After 8 years of living alone with my son, due to my first husband's fatal accident, I met my love.
Here is how we met.
Telephone
Ring!! Ring!!..
Hello.
It was a telephone call from my sil asking me to dinner a few nights later to meet a co worker of my brother.. I explained to her that I was sicker than a dog with the flu and I doubted that I could do it.
Okay, it seemed like that was settled.
NOT. She called back the next day and explained that the guy was dumped by his girlfriend and she and my brother thought I should grab him while he was on the rebound....LOL (sort of)
Insert whinney voice
Okay...sure...I'll do it ...gotta go....puke.
Must understand that my brother worked with this guy. He ( the guy) knew far more about me than I did he.
So, the day that it was all to happen, I backed out of my driveway unbeknownyst to me he saw me. He followed me.
Ettiquette told me I should offer something for the meal. I stopped at a local store for a bottle of wine. So..I pulled into a store to buy it and continued on to my brother's house.
Shortly after I arrived, my blind date did.
Dinner was served.....we played UNO...in a nutshell to this day he tells people that he watched me buy the wine and I walked out of the store picking my nose and that he won me in a UNO game.
Not true...in the almost 25 years we have been married...we have not played a game of UNO.
What fun!!!!
Love your story! It seems like you both were "lucky"..and I have always felt that friend/family fix ups are often very good! From what I regularly read on the threads he is a jewel and I KNOW you are.
Thanks for dropping in...
Well, 25 yrs without playing UNO ought to tell you how badly he wants to keep you and not lose you in another game!
(So, do you still pick your nose? ;)
How cool.