So then, after a couple more days of e-mails, he wrote:
I really am finding this exchange between us pretty
First, I think it would be great to meet. I am back
in town now. This weekend has potential for me. The
only commitment I have is to take my dad to church
early Saturday evening (5-7:30 window). I would enjoy
just getting to know one another better. Dinner this
weekend or maybe a nice long walk through the Arb..
anything conducive to relaxed conversation, I am up
for it. Or I could be easily moved toward something
more active if you prefer. Let me know when you are
available and your thoughts on preferences and we can
go from there.
And so we did meet and it just got better and better. Here was the line that ultimately got me hook,line and sinker ( as we were thinking this might be something and we were e-mailing back and forth about the possibility of things to do on our next date): As for tomorrow… I’d watch sand shifting in Egypt with you.
I’m not going much further with this sharing (none of that 1st blog, 3rd blog or never at all stuff) but I’m thinking about it now because it has been exactly 3 years since we met and it seems like nothing at all and it feels like a lifetime or two. I had been peacefully working away at my chosen profession and not so peacefully but happily raising my children (actually, Abby was raising herself) for fifteen years. I wasn’t about to take up line dancing and one of my women friends was having a not so fun time trying to meet someone at Just Lunch (we called it Just Hurl). Mostly I was enjoying the small bits of time I had to myself BY myself- gardening, ineptly fly fishing, setting up a little cottage I bought that seemed more secure than an SEP-IRA. Abby was a great travel companion and we kayaked the Inside Passage in Alaska, went diving in Honduras and traveled in Belize. And I had BCMA, the finest group of women a person could ever want around them. I was pretty okay as a single woman.
Now that Rich and I are three years into each other the blush is certainly off the rose. Kids and parents at this stage aren’t easy. Weird things start happening to your body in middle age and most of it is not beautiful: menopause, minor skin cancers,horrid age spots, stuff like that. Also, we were both pretty set in our ways. So there have been some rough patches and we’ve gone a few rounds.
Here are the top ten things that annoy me about Rich:
1. He eats too fast, often standing up. Like a single guy.
2. He buys junky stuff in bulk at Sam’s Club.
3. He SNORES VERY LOUDLY at intervals during the night.
Hmmm, I can’t think of anything else right now.
Here are some of the things that are good about Rich:
He loves my children. He is able to help me think about my faith without even knowing it. He WILL be that partner to love me so dearly in old age if we both live that long. He looks really hot in a suit and also on his motorcycle.
Uh, I can’t think of anything else. Obviously I’m not ready for one of those ‘100 things about…’ lists yet. Also I just got distracted because he WAS leaving for a can’t miss business meeting to NYC on an early AM flight and now, this minute, he’s decided to race out on an evening flight because of a weather front. He’s throwing his stuff in a suitcase.
4. He travels too much.
In the time it took me to write that last paragraph he called the airline, changed his flight, threw his suit in his bag, grabbed his computer, kissed me and left. He’s fast. Then he’ll be back for a snore tomorrow night late and then off to his annual Come to Jesus golf outing. He doesn’t call it that; I do. This will be the 27th year in a row that he and his three buddies from his radio days (another blog, another day) go stay in a schlocky hotel on Myrtle Beach, eat breakfast at IHOP, play 18 or sometimes 36 holes of golf and then go to Dairy Queen for dinner and talk about what they need to do in their lives to be better husbands, fathers and friends. They do this for four days in a row.
It’s like a year’s worth of BCMA plus too much golf all in one long weekend. Or something.
Anyway, before this gets altogether too rambling, the point of it was that I’ve been thinking about how we met and what life was like before that and what’s happened since then and how really really rich (no pun) life can be. And that I’m mostly much happier married. Some people get to celebrate 50 or even 75 years of marriage. I will be happy to hit 25.
Now I’m going to go sit on his side of the bed and eat peanuts and read, roll over to my side and go to sleep.