Monday, December 3, 2012

Bald Men Have the Prettiest Wives - or How I Met My Better Half


Dear Readers,
I am lucky to belong to an amazing Facebook group called Generation Fabulous, GenFab, or #GenFab, for short. And this week, I'm participating in this group's second blog hop! Our assignment is to write about how we met our spouse/significant other.
In addition to my post, you really do want to read the rest of the GenFab members' posts, which you’ll find listed at the bottom of this page.

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He was ON THE FLOOR in a BAR when I first spotted him. 

Kneeling.  (You sillies - what were you thinking!!!???)

He was KNEELING on the floor talking with two pretty girls who were sitting at a table in the country-western nightclub that I managed.  His long lanky legs stretched across the aisle that was the main thoroughfare of the club. A few waitresses had to walk around him, and some customers in the dark smoky bar nearly tripped over the long legs that were blocking most of the aisle.

It was my job to tell him to move.  He nodded good naturedly with that 'good ole boy' smile he has.

And then...he ignored my request. THE NERVE!  (Did I mention that the two girls were VERY pretty?)

Argh. IDIOT.  I went back over and told him to move his legs out of the way.  

Again, he smiled and nodded. And again, he brushed me off.

I went back over and told him he had to move. NOW. Or he was out. O*U*T - OUT.  Leave. His choice.

Smart boy.
    
He moved.

He started coming in regularly to listen to the country bands the club featured.  We started talking. He had moved up to CT as a teenager from his native Virginia. He pronounces his home state in a soft slow southern drawl, "Vah-JHIN-yuh."

I kind of liked the way he talked.  Yup. Me, a born and bred New England Swamp Yankee. 

I also kind of liked the way he was a true southern gentleman and never said anything bad about anyone.  And he was funny.  REALLY funny!  Quick witted and always making me laugh. One day, while a group of us were teasing him about the 'bald' head that he hid under his cowboy hat, he countered back that bald men have the prettiest wives.

For some reason I thought about that remark a lot.

Whenever he came in the club I made it a point to sit and talk with him for a while.  We became fast friends. And for some reason I start noticing that the bald men I saw around town actually did have REALLY pretty wives. Go figure.  

Eventually, one of the customers at the club started dating him.  I told her to be good to him and that I thought he was a really nice guy.  A keeper!  I told her not to screw this relationship up.  They go out a couple of times … but it never leads to anything serious.  

He continues to come in and we talk.  One night he asks me if I’d ever like to go out to dinner or something with him. Because I make it a habit not to date customers, I say: "Sure. As friends, right?"

He nods, but never sets a time or place.

A few months go by and some of my friends start saying that they think he likes me and that we should go out.  I laugh it off and say, "nah." But secretly I’m thinking, "hmmm, why not?" A few weeks later he goes away with some buddies for a short vacation.

I realize I miss him when he doesn't come in that week.  Really miss him.  And when he returns I tell him so. But kind of casually.  You know, like in a collective 'we' missed you this week.  I think he takes it in a friendly way.  But he does ask again a little later, "Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?" 

This time I'm quicker on my feet. I say:  "Yes. Thursday. Pick me up at seven."

We went out on that first date in September 1991 and got married five short months later in February 1992.  Poor boy.  He still doesn't know what hit him! 

You see, I simply decided I wanted to be one of those pretty wives.

And the moral of the story? Marrying my handsome husband automatically made me one.


Read how some other members of GenFabTM met some of the people who became their other halves below...

Enjoy!  


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40 comments:

  1. I love this. And I can see the true joy in your faces in that wonderful picture.

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    1. Thank you Sharon! It truly was one of the happiest days of our lives!

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  2. Well, he was right - they have the prettiest wives - just look at you! Ya gotta love a Virginian. What a fun story!

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    1. Awww. Barb...that is so sweet of you! Yes, he is such a Virginian gentleman. A real treasure!

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  3. That's a fantastic wedding pic!

    You made him into a truth-teller, for sure.

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    1. For sure! Thanks! It was the early 90's and I hadn't yet recovered from the 80's! My headband was a hoot!

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  4. Great photo, and great story! Good thing he was persistent.

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    1. I think he needed a little prodding...but other than than that he never gave up!

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  5. What a wonderful story! Both of your personalities just shine in the story and the picture.

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    1. We're still that happy! A lot of work and a good sense of humor goes a longgggg way!

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  6. Such a sweet and happy story!

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    1. It is! Thank you Haralee! The best things in life are worth waiting for.

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    1. Thank you so much! We're both still that happy!

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    1. thank you Connie! It's a wonderful life!

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  9. What a fun way to meet! And you look terrific together.

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    1. Thank you! We're a little older and grayer now! LOL!

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  10. Awwww... just the sweetest story. Ain't love grand?

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  11. An east coast girl with a southern gentleman; I love it! This New Yorker married a boy from New Jersey ... in California :)

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    1. ...now there's a story! You had to go to other side of the country to meet your neighbor!

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  12. Such a sweet story!!

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  13. And you are still a pretty wife next to your handsome Cowboy! Nice story Bonnie. I got married the same year you did. Only problem... mine didn't last! Congratulations to you both. And here's to many, many more... :)

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    1. Awwww Cindy...you are so sweet to say that! Thank you so much!

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  14. Bonnie, Loved this story! And you were a pretty girl long before you met him! And you're still a pretty wife! But I always thought bald or balding men were sexy, too! Hugs, Nina

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    1. Nina that is so nice of you to say! I agree! Bald men are pretty gosh dang sexy

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  15. What a great, fun story! And yes, people in Virginia really do say "Vah-JHIN-yuh." You two make a BEAUTIFUL couple!

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    1. Thank you so much Marci! It IS a fun story! And I STILL love the way he talks!

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    1. Thanks Mindy! Me too! He's a character!

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  17. Ahhh, I remember it all so well. Gayle

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    1. Yup...that was you saying "I think he likes you!"

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    1. Linda, thanks so much! The picture is an oldie but goodie. Thanks for stopping by. I loved, loved, loved your "How I met my husband" post.

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  19. Love love love this story. I'm smiling from ear to ear!

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  20. Love, love, love this story! This picture definitely is a gem.

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    1. Thanks Cecilia! We had such a fun wedding! And we're still having fun!

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