Because February is the month uv luv, Heather is having a little bloggy giveaway to help with the grand opening of Shannon’s new shop, Nut House Candles. I have decided I would like to enter. She asked us to post about how we met our Valentine and then link it in her comments. Well, I did that a few years ago for an anniversary post. So I will reprint some of it here for the sake of a slightly shorter post and to make sharing the linky love a bit easier (because comments and linky luv is fun).
The scene – The lobby of Marsh Auditorium in the Fine Arts Center of the University of Southern Mississippi. A few chairs on either side of the small table. A young lady sitting on one of the tables, swinging her feet; we’ll call her YoungLady or YL for short. Sitting next to her is a friend named Chris. Some other friends were around chatting and waisting time between classes. It was actually almost time for the next round of classes to begin; we had all just had lunch across the street, Subway that day. There was much chatter and laughter being had by all. Some friends of ours had just gotten engaged and most of the girls were ooing and aahing over the ring and giggling over showers that needed to be planned. Chris leans in to YL and says:
Chris: I’m never gonna find a girl to marry.
YL: Sure you will.
Chris: No, I’m not. What about you?
YL: Me? You want to marry me?
Chris: (who turns bright red with embarrassment) No, I mean don’t you care about the dating stuff? You were so cool about it when Richard broke up with you. And it’s been a while. You know, he was impressed with the way you handled it. (wink, wink)
YL: Oh, no thank you! I learned way more about him than I bargained for. I’m grateful for that break up.
Chris: So, when are you gonna get back out there.Interruption in YL’s head. A very tall, very handsome, very dark-haired man dressed to the nines walks through the lobby as YL’s eye follow him all the way through the room. A huge cast iron pan just whacks her across the head and she elbows Chris in the ribs and says:
YL: You see that guy? That guy right there in the suit – tall, dark, and handsome? I’m gonna have that guy. That’s my husband.
Chris: (baffled, and still chuckling from the elbowing) What are you talking about?
YL: That guy, you idiot! (trying not to point) That’s who I’m going to marry and spend the rest of my life with.
Chris: Yeah, sure.
YL: Mark my words, ChrisMan. It will happen.That’s it. She knew, as simply as being whacked on the head with a cast iron pot, that she had found her life’s mate.
Here is my original anniversary post.
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