Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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...
uhhhh 'Here is a recent one of me with my bagpipes', or the one from you...'Here's me last Christmas with my new golf bag'...Golf bag? Hmmm, there ARE possibilities here. OK, so...checklist...she's very personable, self motivated, independent, conversational, stable, educated, she likes football, learning to play golf, she IS from CO, and from the pics...not hard on the eyes...at all.
We had agreed on this fine February evening to go out, i had planned dinner at Abuelo's and a Blazers hockey game. I remember as I watched you go in the house preparing myself to go knock on the door and officially introduce myself, i thought...'What if..." (and the deeper significant end of the question...'she is it...?'
"Well dude...there's only one way to find out..."
Well...here i am...nine birthday's into your life still wondering how in the...what in the...why me? What did i ever do to deserve this gift of someone so affectionately faithful, so incredibly lovely, so beautifully... interesting. But then, since we all know what little girls are made of, i suppose it fits that when those things on the rare occasion blossom into women like you...that's what Queen's are made of.
Happy Birthday to my Friend, my Love, my Bride, my Queen.