It's simple......I "married" the love of my life. Before I met her I had few g/fs..very few....okay, I'm not even sure they qualified as g/fs...but let's not dig that up shall we?
I remember the first night we met. I swore I would never meet the woman I want to marry in a bar, but there we were, in a bar......so much for having scruples. We were introduced, she was wearing jeans and an long sleeve undershirt that was tie-died light blue. (what can I say, it was the 80's)
She had a sparkle in her eyes and a smile that told me she wasn't just being polite. I don't know how to put the feelings into words, but when our eyes met as I shook her hand and we both said hello, I felt a "boing" go off in my head and a feeling of contentment course through my body. Yup, I knew it then and there...I was "twitterpated" (see Bambi..old owl's advice on mating to Bambi and Flower)
I asked her to dance and we did dance.......alot! When the evening was coming to an end, the thoughts of (if you'll excuse my wording), bedding down this gal weren't even in my head, rather, thoughts of "I have to see this girl again ..and soon"
You can guess how that ended.....well, it hasn't really ended yet....has it.
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