Well…Me and Mrs bdgr met at a poetry reading. I had actually seen her a few times before that, I used to date one of her friends. But never really spoke with her. It was at this place called the HOP(house of pizza), in Forth Worth. It was an old Pizza place/bar that had been around forever right off the TCU campus… If you ever saw the Tom Cruise mmovie, Born on the Forth of July, there is a scene where Edie Brickell is singing a bob dylan tune in a small club. That was filmed in the HOP. This was the kind of place that everyone just grabbed a seat whereever they could find one. So you would wind up sitting with people you didn’t know. It was a great scene. One day I sat across from Mrs. Bdgr, and was flirting with her, thinking I had no chance in hell(I wasnt exactly brimming with self confidence back then). After the listining to some incredably bad open mike poetry(that was part of the fun of it), everybody was kinda wandering around talking and I walked up and overheard telling her they would call her. I asked, can I call you too?. She said yes, and gave me her number.
She was totally differant than any girl I had ever been around. Most of the girls I knew were punk chicks, and had all of them were pretty street wise. Most of them also had lots of emotional baggage, and I had enough myself for any five people. She was a very shy, innocent little hippie chick. She was incredably beautiful, but extremey shy and quiet, never wore makeup(and has never needed it). She had no horror storys to tell, had never even had a boyfriend before. It was totally refreshing. When I was with her, I could forget about all the bad things in my life(there were a lot).
I asked her to go for a motorcycle ride. Now when me and her friend dated, I had to lie to her parents about how old I was(I was 24, she, and Mrs Bdgr were 18, seniors in High School). I had to borrow a car, and dress like a normal person. I was determined not to get into this crap this timme. I showed up to her house on my bike, wearing a harley shirt and cut off denim jacket with grease and motorcycle patches all over it. I was shure I would be shown the door as soon as I met her folks, but her goes…
He step dad opens the door, and he has long hair and a beard. First thing he askes me is if I smoke dope. I say, no, and he says"damn, none of my daughters worthless frends smoke dope". He then procedes to go out on the balcony and fire one up. Her mother…well if you have ever seen Darma and Greg, you have seen her mother. Darmas mother is a dead ringer personality wise. Even the speach manerisms. Mrs bdgrs first name is Carma. Middle is Sidra. She is deffinately descended from Hippies.
We go for ride, go hit a thrift store to look at used books. I am pretty broke, this is all I could afford in the way of a date, but it mattered not to her. At the end of the date, I tried to kiss her, and she said no, its not gonna work. My heart fell. Here comes the lets just be friends crap. I said what wont work? She said I’m not ready to try that yet. I came to the sudden realization that she had never been kissed. Oh my god. I said thats fine, whenever your ready. I was on top of the world. How could so many other guys have missed this wonderful chick.
She was originally planning to move back to north dakota after graduation, but she stayed to be with me. We dated for several years, I proposed to her, and she tried to jump out of the car. After a few weeks, she finally gave in during the closing credits of “Joe vs. the valcano”. I probably am the only person in existance with fond memories of that movie. We have been married happily for 9 years now, and have a wonderfall son. I have never for a microsecond regreted it. Sorry this was so long winded.
