About three months before, i was in your supervisor's office taking a little break from my hellhole job. She said, "Hey...i know this girl, one of my new therapists out in the western part of the state...i think you'd like her."
My eyes rolled, why did everyone think it their job to find me someone? "Kat, seriously...i do my own work, i'm sick of dating, and even if i wasn't i never go blind."
"Well...ok...but...she's a really good girl...she likes sports...outdoorsy...she's from CO..." she let that last offering hang in the air like an eclair de la creme from the local bakeshop... i didn't bite...but i did savor the thought, and somewhat bluffed, "...great...i got a hospital bed to clean...later."
Good gawd if that girl was anything, she was persistent. Every time i saw her she would bring you up. After a couple months of it, just to stop the madness, and i'll admit...i was becoming a bit curous, i caved..."OK Kat...i tell you what, you give me her digits and i'll see what i can do." Her face brightened as she JUST HAPPENED to have your contact info with her.
I think i waited a whole...what...30 minutes or so after mulling over the possibilities. "I mean, what the hey...it ain't gonna hurt anything. Maybe she is cool, Kat seems to have pretty good sense about people..."
I punched the cell...
"Hi this is Tammy...sorry i missed your call but..."
Nice...voice mail...yeah, this is cool...what am i supposed to say here...uhh yeah, i'm, uhhh a stalker..."Hey Tammy, this is Jay...Kat gave me your number and..."
We played phone tag like three more days... and finally made contact one afternoon while i was unbusy in 'the hellhole'. After talking to you for about a half hour, i'll admit, i was relieved to a.) finally confirm that you were, in fact, a real person, and b.) to find that you were conversational, not talkative...but conversational, and there was a BIG difference in my mental book.
A month of off and on phone calls, evenings spent flickering out conversations in cyberspace on Yahoo Messenger coupled with sending nervous e-pictures...
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Ahh, happy birthday mama!
Auntie DeeDee
Happy Birthday to the Queen!
Piper, you are a lucky man indeed, or should I say blessed? I tell Jesse, "You never know when Mr. Right will come along." But I pray that Mr. Right will know.
MamaLou...i always have to laugh when some 24 year old (or younger) is whining about never getting married...i waited a couple days short of ten more years. And by the time i met The Queen i had finally made peace with singularity. Personally, i think Jesse is wise, she's not settling for Mr. You'll Do, (Lord knows there's plenty of that disease going around) and when Mr. Right does finally walk in the door...all the other pretenders won't matter.
Another lovely rendering....and for an oh so wonderful subject! Happiest of many more years of pondering what Fate fittingly brung together. Love you all,
HONEY
Awwww... how sweet. Amazing how we always seem to land the keepers when we're not even looking, let alone trying.
Happy Birthday to Your Queen, Jay.
I seriously thought this was gonna be an anniversary post as I read through. It most definitely has re-post potential for that occasion, should you get lazy. :D
The other thing that struck me is the front-end of your courtship... with the IMs and the trading of pics. I'm thinking there are MANY like you out there these days. Or, yet another way to say "I (heart) technology."
a very Happy Birthday (belated as it is) to our wonderful sis! It never ceases to amaze me how God always knows the exact perfect person to match someone up with. He did it again when he brought you into brother's life. Thank you God!
Awww...that was sweet. I always wonderd how ya'll met. I remember the 1st time you brought Tammy to our house. I didn't know what to think. Jay....has a girlfriend!?! Are you kidding?lol But you two were made for each other. Tell Tammy I said happy late birthday:)
~Hannah~
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