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Dear Husband: 3,680,640 minutes ago
July 30th, 2008
3,680,640 minutes ago I went on my very first, and very last, blind date. I have known and loved your smile for 3,680,640 minutes. 3,680,640 minutes ago I saw you standing in our friend’s living room wearing stone washed jeans (3,680,640 minutes ago does not equal the 80’s!), a faded t-shirt, and I swear to all that is holy, house shoes. You needed a haircut so badly that you were a week away from a mullet. My first impression? You seemed incredibly nice and incredibly shy.
3,690,720 minutes ago, I whined to Ang (one of my two roommates at the time) I had not been on a date in forever. I said “Come on, set me up with one of Joe’s friends.” (Joe was her then fiance, now husband of 6, I think, years)
“But, Hey You, all of Joe’s friends are computer geeks.”
“That is okay! I love computer geeks! Plus, I just want a nice summer fling, nothing serious.”
Meanwhile across town that very night you said, “Joe, does Ang have any cute friends?”
“Hmm, well Ang does live with these two girls both named Hey You. You might like the short one.”
“Why don’t you get Ang to set us up on a double date. Maybe we could go see the opening of the new Planet of the Apes.”
She did. Everyone wanted to see that dumbass movie but me, and so I said I would go as long as I at least got some free chocolate out of the deal. 3,680,620 minutes ago, we sat down at a little diner and you watched me kill a chocolate milkshake. You had said, “Nothing, thanks.” (What was up with that?) to the waitress. She rolled her eyes at the thought of the monster tip yet to come. All I can say is thank God Ang and Joe were there because if it had just been the two of us, we would have sat in silence all night, you were so shy.
We sat in the backseat of Ang’s blue Ford Taurus on the way to the theater, and you and Joe compared notes about some boring computer something. I would have written the night off as a complete waste of time, but you were just so damn cute, bad hair, house shoes and all. 3,680,600 minutes ago we sat next to each other during one of the worst movies ever forced upon the public. I sighed, and kept asking what time it was. You whispered back politely. At one point I thought you were having a seizure because you suddenly leaned back really hard in an effort to keep the brat behind you from kicking the seat. (You would NEVER do that now, you would turn around and smile, and think about when you could bring your son to watch boy movies with you instead of your bored wife). I asked if you were okay, and you turned red and mumbled something about stupid kids. After the movie, I was dropped off first, and waited for Ang to call and tell me what you thought about me. Apparently you thought I was “cute.” and “smart.” and “very Republican.” I thought you were “cute.” and “definitely a computer nerd.”
You know, when I write it all out like this it is kind of shocking we ever had a second date. But we did. I am glad you turned out to be more than a fling. Either that, or this is the longest summer fling in history, good thing we have global warming right! Every single minute, all 3,680,6– oh, lets say 50– minutes I have known you has been a blessing. We may have gone in blind, but it is obvious someone much wiser, and more powerful was looking out for us.
I love you.
The Wife
Taken a year later, one of our engagement pictures.
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I’m so happy for the two of you…make that the four…um wait…make that the five of you. (Ang, Joe, The Husband, The Son, Hey You…I think that’s 5).
Now…Hey You. I think you owe the world a favor. Since you were set up with your future husband as a blind date, you should totally pay it forward. There’s a ShoeShe in podunksville waiting on Mr. Right who could have been happy with Mr. Right Now. So, here I sit waiting on a computer geek of my very own…or anyone straight who you trust/know/like/would allow me to date.
ShoeShe, Mr. Right is out there. Not everyone is as lucky as Hey You and me to have found our Mr. Rights at such a young age. God will send him to you when you are both ready.
OMG, I had almost forgotten about the movie “seizure”. I honestly laughed out loud when I read that because then I remembered how it had looked to see The Husband suddenly jerk his chair backward. LOL!! I’m still giggling.
Tomorrow it will be 9 years since Joe and I officially started dating. I wonder how many minutes that is…
approximately 4,730,400.
Ang, thanks to you and Joe for orchestrating this introduction. We all love The Husband! And, they complement each other so well.
I just remember the phone calls. At first they were all well, I think he is cute but you should see the way he dresses, this is not going to last long, then to well he is a good kisser and really nice, then to he is the greatest sweetest guy ever and I’m totally in love. He is a really sweet , great guy (sorry I have the best guy ever) I am so glad you found each other!
It really is hard to believe it’s been 3838A9 (or 1110000011100010101001) minutes since our first encounter with one another.
I remember when you walked in the door at Joe’s apartment..I thought to myself, “There’s no way there will be a second date” I thought that you would think I was a bum and I wouldn’t have a chance. But you decided to give me a second..third..fourth..and many more chances to get to know the person I was behind the bad hair cut (I knew I needed a haircut, but was too shy to go to a new place to get one, and my old barber was 1.5 hours away) and house shoes (I STILL claim they were deck shoes, NOT house shoes but whatever).
I remember thinking after the “seizure” during Planet of the Apes, “Oh great, you IDIOT!! now she’s going to think you’re either crazy or incredibly mean” but instead you showed concern about me and asked if I was ok. No one I had ever dated before had done something like that. I knew then that if you said yes, I would go on a second date.
Oh, lest I forget…the restaurant. I was SO nervous that I couldn’t even think of ordering anything. I was worried that I might do something to embarrass myself and I also didn’t have any mints to hide my breath if I had eaten anything. So, I ordered nothing, without realizing that some might take this as a signal that the date was not starting out well. I have since conquered this nervousness and order something every time we go out (yay me).
I am just so glad that you (unbeknown to you) weren’t really looking for a “summer fling”. I think that every person on this planet has a person that God meant for them to be with, some spend a lifetime looking for that person. I am blessed to have found you as early in life as I did, and am forever grateful.
I Love You, Eternally Yours
TheHusband
Awwww…you guys are both so sweet…precious…meant for each other.
And The Husband…in your defense, I’m quite convinced that those shoes were some form of loafer or deck shoe, but you know how Hey You is…I mean she thinks you wear panties.
And Hey You…they may very well have been house shoes. Actually at that time, there were lots of frat guys who wore house shoes with their preppy clothes…so maybe The Husband was on the cutting edge of style and you didn’t realize.
I’m just so glad that you guys are so happy. That makes me happy.
You two did not have a chance…of course it was going to be more than a first date or a summer fling. You see, I had banked years and years of prayers on this fated meeting (not “chance” at all). So, “Thank God for ANSWERED prayers.” (sorry, Garth).