This is a bloghop post for GenFab “How I met my significant
other”.
I am not a liberty to discuss in my blog many people in my
life. Be it a gag order or witness protection tactic’s, for peace and harmony I
comply. I can talk about my cats, they
don’t mind, but everyone else I am purposefully vague. I can say that I am
married to my husband. I can also say
that I consider him my significant other. How we met each other is a story that
we both agree upon the facts and dates and love to tell.
We met in college. I was doing my junior year on an exchange
program; he had just transferred to the school.
He was looking for a girlfriend, someone from a different part of the
country to get him out of his state. I was not looking for a boyfriend or
entertaining more than a one-year change in residence.
He thought I was his ticket to a new life. I thought he had
white teeth and a nice smile. He displayed an amazing sense of direction that
was primal for me. Often I would go on hikes or ski and get lost. He thought I
was unique. We fell in love. I fell in love not only with him but also with
that part of the country and the state. I liked the weather, the people and the
lifestyle. As a compromise we would travel to visit my family and friends in
other parts of the country.
Fast-forward 35 years, some faster than others and I think he
still has a nice smile, white teeth and an uncanny sense of direction. He still
thinks I am unique.
39 comments:
Teeth are a very important thing for me too - my husband has a great smile and that is a big bonus. Congrats on 35 years!
I love this - congratulations on 35 years! You liked his teeth - you were his ticket out of the place (usually something you hear a girl say about a flamboyant man who roars into town). I like the reversal. It is, as you so aptly put it - unique.
Love your story! I agree, I don't think I could have married a man with bad teeth. :)
Thanks Sharon. Making me laugh is important as well!
Thanks Barb!
Thanks Helene. Who would have thought white teeth was a deal maker!
The teeth smile is important, but the smile in the eyes is what got me.
Lynne, you are right a full on full face smile is wonderful!
Sweet story. Congratulations on 35 years!
Wow - congratulations Haralee! You don't look old enough to have been married 35 years.
P.S. Yes a great smile is a must.
Thank-you Joy!
Thank-you Nicole, you say the sweetest things! The operative word is'Old'!
A nice smile can be such a clincher!
Lavender, you are right! A bad smile or no smiles is a deal breaker!
What a great story and so funny! I kept thinking my husband had the cutest ears when I first met him! (And still think so)
He grabbed tight and held on for the ride! (and still is)
Great story, and I totally relate to the Fast Forward 35 years -- some years faster than others. So true!
Thanks Home Place for commenting. Isn't it funny little things, like ears and teeth!
Thanks Lois. Some years just dash while others are painfully slow even in retrospect!
Very sweet story--how great to feel that way after 35 years!!
Darryle, thanks!
I get the teeth thing. I nixed going out with someone once because I didn't like his shoes. He then went out with my friend and married her. Haven't looked back since. (And your secret is good with us. :) )
Really special post. I am a sucker for a good love story!
Congratulations!! 35 years wow! Wishing you many years of happiness! A great smile goes a long way with a girl! Of course nice teeth help too!
It is funny small things that set you off. Really could have been more than shoes for you Mindy! Glad it all worked for your friend
Thanks SB!
Adorable. Both of you!
Awww. Thank-you Carol!
Congrats on saying a lot and not giving any secrets away! And congrats on 35 years!
Thanks Connie, you get it!
Congratulations on 35 years of marriage and on telling your story in such a way as to protect your husband's privacy. As Emily Dickinson wrote, "Tell the truth but tell it slant." Great illustrations, too!
Thirty five years is a long time. I notice teeth also. And fingers. Don't ask me why because I'll never tell.
Thanks Marci. Emily has a way with words, what a gal!
Thanks Janie. Sometimes I wonder where the time went, 1980-1987 are lost to me. I only remember through pictures and I still own a 1985 car and remember buying it but most details of my life are vague.
Great story! Teeth would be a deal breaker for me too.
Carpool Goddess, thanks. Who would have thought?
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