I have had a few people asking me to share my story of how my husband and I met and fell in love. It is long, so I split it up into parts. Here is part one of our never ending story.
I loved being single.
I loved the fact that I could do whatever I wanted in the evenings after work. I loved being able to travel whenever and wherever I wanted to. I enjoyed pursuing my dreams without any hindrance.
At the time, I was pursuing a few of those dreams. I was attending graduate school, while writing my first novel. I had an active group of friends who would come over for dinner a few times a month. I had just bought a house. I was also getting prepared to travel to Europe for a month with a singing group. My life was full, I didn’t have a need for anything, or anyone else.
However…there is something about a man in uniform.
Firefighters, military, even police men have a tendency to make me a little weak in the knees. I know it is a common thing among women; we like our uniformed men. I guess I can blame those weak knees for what I did that summer.
School had just gotten out and I was enjoying summer break. Going to the UK on a singing tour was a great way to get a short break from teaching, before we started back up again in the fall. I decided to host one last dinner party before I left. I called up a few friends, including one of my best guy friends, Bob (name changed to protect the innocent). After confirming that he was coming to dinner, I asked him, “So…do you know any firefighters?” I like to say that I was teasing, but I think that deep down I was hopeful he would say yes. Maybe it was the romantic in me, thinking a hunky fireman would come over and fall in love with me and we would get married. Or maybe, I just wanted some eye candy.
Whatever, it was, Bob surprised me with his answer. He said he actually did know a firefighter and the more he thought about it, the more he was surprised he hadn’t ever thought to introduce us before. He mentioned that we might be well suited for each other.
I told him to invite the guy over for dinner the next week.
I’d like to say I spent the next week thinking about this dinner and prepping, but the truth was, I didn’t think much about it after that conversation.
As the day of the dinner drew near, I realized I should probably prepare my menu. I love having people over, but I usually don’t plan too far ahead. Often times, I would wait until the day before or the day of to figure out what I was going to cook for my crowd. This time was no different. I decided to make one of my favorite meals (can’t go wrong with fajitas) and a birthday cake for one of the gals coming.
As I prepared the chocolate cake, one of my friends called. We chatted on the phone while I measured and poured, mixed and baked. When we finally hung up, the cake was about done and the dinner was only a few hours away.
I thought about the mysterious firefighter that would be arriving with my friends, and decided to spruce myself up a little extra. Just in case.
The time finally came for people to arrive. The cake was done, the fajitas were cooking, the guacamole and chips were out and ready to be eaten. I had on one of my favorite dresses and was ready to impress. I knew that if nothing else, hopefully my cooking would impress the guy.
The doorbell rang right on time. I walked to the door wondering who would be on the other side. Most single people don’t show up early, or even on time. It is common knowledge that most singles show up about fifteen minutes late. Would it be my best girlfriend? The firefighter? My guy friends? The birthday girl?
To be continued…