Happy Ending

When I arrived at the university town of Giessen, I was desperate to find an apartment. As I was looking over the advertisements for living space, I met another student from my hometown. We hit it off and decided to be roommates. It turned out to be not such a great idea. I ended up falling in love and he ended up being a callous jerk who hurt me by bringing home other women, and playing with my emotions. Years into this relationship, and still trying to pull myself out, I was at work one night when my friend brought in a friend of hers who had just returned from Seattle. I was really attracted to him and called the next week to ask him to come to an event my university department was having. He would come, he said, but he was bringing his cousin."Sure!" I thought. I could just imagine all the girls who would hang around such a cute guy. Well,he showed up the next night with his "cousin", but left the event with me. He and I have been together through ups and downs for 16 years. And my ex? He became a gynecologist. The perfect ending for everyone.

A Little Guacamole Goes a Long Way.

Keron and I met through mutual friends. She had moved to the small town of Bryson City, NC to get away from the city of Nashville, TN. Her landlord lived next door to my mother and owned a pub that I frequented. One day I was at this pub with my friend Ed. His wife Sharon called and asked if we wanted to go to meet her and some friends for Mexican food. I agreed and we met Sharon, Keron, and her mother Dana at the restaurant. I didn't talk much during our meal because Sharon is a big talker and Dana and Keron were busy keeping up with their ends of the conversation. At the end of the meal I was very surprised when Keron's mother insisted that she pay for the entire meal. I learned later that Keron lived right behind my mother's house. I ran into her infrequently until I had dropped enough hints to our mutual friends and built enough confidence to ask her out.

Not Another Blind Date!!!

Fall of 2007 was bad for me. I was nine months pregnant with my third child and the father had walked out on me six weeks before. My brother, Jim, knew that. At the time he had been working as an overnight security guard at a casino and knew one of his co-workers was having an equally hard time with the break up he had just been through. And thus the wheels in his head got to moving and decided that we should meet. Now I'd been through the whole blind date thing and it did not go well. I was reluctant to try it again but I knew Jim wouldn't hook me up with a bad guy. We met and started talking. Three weeks later he was holding my hand when my son was born. The first time I told him I loved him I was laying on a delivery table to the sounds of my son's first cries. Since then he's been a better daddy to my kids than their own father.
We'll be married two years now May 19th, and it's been the best two years of my life.