Boy, Did I Get It!
Boy, Did I Get It
Going back to my pushed aside pile, I dig deeper in the recesses of my mind and find that there is a story laying patiently [for ages it sighs], springing forth and planting itself yelling me! Me!
So, never one to stomp on the shouter, I look it over from all sides and say, “I’ll take you to the dance; just stay off my feet and let‘s give it a go!”
Life with my husband of forty-five years has been an experience I would not have missed; it has never been easy but it has never been dull.
We met in college but as we were both full-time workers, it was in the more intimate setting of night courses. We both worked physical jobs during the day and applying our minds was, at least to me, a welcomed and relaxing time. We met in Economics class being taught by a dry-witted professor who insured we never forgot his name or his corny jokes. We shared other business courses but I always sat at the front and he was always at the back; me to block out the distractions and he to scope out the …?
As a class, we were small, only seven or eight people and I was the only female. Now that sounds great unless you are an unsure, somewhat shy, and definitely sheltered female. While the guys were looking me over, I was overlooking the guys.
Someone initiated the coffee hour get-together after class and we all soon found ourselves around a table in the campus Ratskeller on a regular basis ostentatiously to discuss economics. While some of that certainly was done, the main purpose was accomplished – we all got to know one another at least on a superficial level. But, I remember only two of the other guys – one was drop-dead gorgeous and the other was friends with my future husband.
The remaining cast, sad to say, did not make an impression at all. It is a sorry state to know that in our lives a good portion of it is populated by extras we never give thought to or remember. My only solace in that is that I am one of those nameless people to thousands of others.
And I digress, but that is life.
I was in the market for a husband; I wanted children and being unwed with children was not an easy option, nor is it today. In today’s setting though, it is ‘acceptable’ and sometimes even seems to be embraced. I wanted it all, however, and boy, did I get it all.
My future husband was the second in the group I dated; the first was his friend who, the nerve of him, had a fiance! If I had known my husband to be as close to this [in my mind] faithless Romeo, I may have refused that fateful date. But I did not so I started on my first step towards the rest of my life.