I was going out, and I use that term loosely, with Steve.(Not hubby!) Nice guy in a “I’m gonna be a physcopath or porn addict one day” kinda way. The type of guy that will work 30 years at the same job and no one really remembers his face or name.
Steve kept on coming into the video store where I worked to talk to me and I figured if he asked me out, then it would be One date only and then I would tell him that, well, I didn’t feel lightening strike and he wouldn’t come in so often. I also knew that I would not meet anyone sitting at home watching TV/movies all the time and it was time to take a chance again. ( I’d broken up with someone a few months earlier.)
He asked me out and I figured that it would be the usual dinner and movie rigamarole. Nope. Drags me to the one thing that I would probably poke out my eyes to avoid seeing: Men’s Church League Softball.( Translation: outta shape men who take sports way too seriously.)
Walking up the slight hill to the playing area, I spied this really cute chubby guy in a blue uniform. I swear on my soul that when I saw him I felt a tingle run up and down my body. I was wearing a light blue, short sun dress and had long hair and I had just gotten back from California and had a great tan. I couldn’t take my eyes off Chubby Boy. (Actually, it was two chubby boys standing there that looked remarkably similar. It was hubby and his best friend.)
The entire game Hubby and his chubby friend were in the outfield wondering what in the hell Steve was doing dating a girl like me.
( I later learned he dated only…um…skanky, big haired, high maintenance girls and I definately didn’t fit that mold.) The group went out to a bar and I spent the entire time trying to get to know Chubby Boy. I don’t remember much after that, I impressed the hell out of him by getting drunk and yelling out Steve’s car window, " Hey, anybody for free sex." Chubby boy/Hubby dove right through the window. I deny this line to this day, but I remember saying it.(Shhh…)
A couple of really uncomfortable dates later with Steve, we went our seperate ways. (He was four hours late to pick me up for a party, so that ended that.) and about (it’s hazy now)a month later, after sitting around moping and wondering if Chubby Boy even remembered my name, I get this phone call inviting me over to his house to watch the 1988 summer olympics (Seoul, September)and I run right over. His house was loaded with (Warning:Will Robinson! Warning!) Germans visiting and I should have hightailed it then, but I didn’t and we’ve been together since.
Dated from 88-91. Married in 1993. Probably would have married sooner, but his parents had their accident in May of 1991, so that threw us off schedule for well over a year. He’s well worth the wait.
And he grumbles that the " Anybody for free sex" was false advertisement. Heh.