Happy Valentine’s Day Week!
Commercials touting jewelry and flowers as the perfect gift for your love have pervaded the airways here recently. Personally, I don’t go for that kind of stuff.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve never turned down jewelry.
But romance shouldn’t be relegated to a day, it’s a lifestyle.
Anyway, thinking about Valentine’s Day naturally has me thinking about my hubs. We’ve been married 21+ years. (wowzers.)
We met in July of 1994. At a bar. The Silver Bullet. He was there with friends, I was there with friends. He asked every one of my friends to dance before he got to me. We finally danced and he asked for my number. I hesitated, but jotted it down for him. It was a whirlwind romance. We’d both been married before, and talked about things more seriously and deeply than I think most young couples do, because – quite simply – neither of us wanted to go through another divorce. We were married in December of that year.
Crazy, right? (but when you know, you know.)
So . . . tell me your story. How did you and your significant other meet?