My 7th wedding anniversary is on Monday. Hubby and I have plans to have a lovely dinner. We have a babysitter. I have a cold. Which means mouth breathing and you know that is OH so attractive!
It is hard for me to believe that we have been married for 7 years. That seems like a mighty hefty chunk of time. We met nearly 8 years ago – on Valentines Day, 1999. We were both guests at my “Gay-Husband’s” (GH) birthday party. I had a cold on that day too, come to think of it. I almost didn’t go to the party because of it. I couldn’t get my contact lenses in so I wore my glasses. I decided that even though I was a little sick, I might as well go to the party and get my mind off of it, rather than sit around the house.
The party was at a restaurant in Lincoln Park called “My Pie”. There were about 20 guests, all of whom were already seated. I apparently had the time wrong and so I was nearly an hour late. GH called me a dumb bitch, gave me a kiss and sat me down next to him. Across from us sat a man I had never seen before. He was attractive in that married-guy kind of way. Red button down broadcloth shirt, jeans, conservative hair. I looked at him and thought to my self “That guy looks like exactly the kind of guy I’d like to be married to. It figures that he’s already taken”. He was seated next to a pretty girl, who I assumed was his girlfriend.
Dinner progressed with pizza and beer. As the party was getting ready to shift over to “Side Tracks” – a gay bar in Boys Town – I quickly downed a little more cold medicine right out of the bottle. This caught the attention of the cute husband type across from me. “Don’t you like to measure it first?” he asked. To which I replied “I think I know what 2 tablespoons feels like in my mouth”. I swear I didn’t mean that to sound as dirty as it did, but since it was out there I ran with it. Cute husband type raised his eyebrows and laughed and proceeded to get up from the table as everyone was fixing to leave.
So as everyone was planning the drive over to Side Tracked, the pretty girl who had been sitting next to Cute Husband Type left. Clearly she was not Cute Husband Type’s girlfriend. He was single!!! Fast forward 3 hours and several more beers later, and Cute Husband Type and I were smooching. In a gay bar. (Very uncool). We were engaged 3 months later and married 7 months after that.
He’s a great husband. A wonderful father. He has his quirks and he’s not perfect, but he’s my partner in crime and I love him dearly.
Hey – Isn’t it time for an update – been awhile and I ran of of things to read while skipping breakfast
Sorry I’ve been gone for a while. I have a herniated disc in my neck (c-5/6) and it flared up on me. I’ve been heavily medicated. Will post agains oon!