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While the Dems continue to behave badly, I thought I would spit out a few stories. This one has a happy ending. It’s a story about taking a chance, trusting your own instincts, and love.
Online dating can be a feast or famine experience. Our preconceived notions get in the way, part of the human condition. Sometimes, when we finally meet the person, we can be pleasantly surprised, or horrified. One thing is certain, there doesn’t seem to be a middle ground.
Because we are a B&B, we have hosted an unusually high number of these “first meetings”. You know me, I stay in the kitchen and mind my own business. Yet, the drama unfolds. Here’s my story.
I got a phone call from a young woman, super efficient, business type. She booked two rooms, both her and her girlfriend were meeting their online beaus for the first time. If things went well, the couples would share rooms. If things didn’t go well, then the girls would share rooms. Okay, fine. Memorial Day weekend, so they would be together for a while. My husband curled his eyebrow and said, “Could be an interesting weekend”.
Professional woman arrived first. She was great. She came straight from an office, dressed in a suit. She was rather rotund and homely, but strong and capable. She told me the other female would be a very late arrival…. Okay with me.
Professional woman went to pick up her guy at the airport and they returned. Other guy arrived in an upscale BMW with Texas plates. He was wearing cowboy boots.
One guy, her guy, was the “famine” side of online dating. He was from Oregon, couldn’t have been 5’2″, and she was quite tall. They looked odd together but hey, for every sock there is a sneaker. He made Pete Butegeig look like John Wayne. She was disappointed. I felt sorry for the guy.
The other guy made my toes curl. He was an international pipeline trouble shooter for Amoco, lived in Houston. Oh, ladies, that man had swagger and a twinkle in his eye. We couldn’t wait to see what his “match” would look like. Amoco guy was definitely “the feast” side of online dating.
The three went out for dinner, one girl still missing. She was working on her PhD in psych and volunteered for a suicide hot-line but could not get loose until late. I was in bed, fast asleep, …..left her a key.
Next morning, Amoco guy was up early with husband drinking coffee in the kitchen. They were sharing parts of the paper while I started breakfast. I broke the silence and finally asked him, “So, what do you think of her?” Amoco guy peered over the paper at my husband, knowing glance, and said, “Everything is good.” Well, gheez, I was hoping for a little more, but the guys weren’t talking. I was staring at him, looking for more details, and he said, “I think she will sleep in until late, don’t count on her for breakfast.” Well, she didn’t get here until almost 1:00am. I made adjustments to the egg count.
Professional woman and Oregon came down, had breakfast quickly and left to tour sites. I swear, she unrolled his napkin for him, but they seemed to be getting along quite well. They were on a tight schedule. Amoco guy was still sitting in the kitchen…. being a guy. He even helped me dry the breakfast dishes. What a gentleman.
About 10:30am, she appeared, still wearing her pajamas, and she looked like a goddess, about 5’10”, natural light blond, big blue eyes, and as my husband said, “the body of a Penthouse Pet”. She had just woken up, not a stitch of makeup, and was hunting for coffee. We all talked for a while, I liked her. She was “sweet” and “a good girl”. She went back upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Amoco guy asked me if I could make them a picnic lunch……. he had something up his sleeve. I found a picnic basket and put together some sandwiches, fruit, and leftovers. He helped me like a member of the family, and off they went.
Oregon and biz chic returned mid-afternoon. It rained on them and Oregon guy looked like he was dragged behind the car the whole way home. He took a nap on a couch. Biz chic was reading a book when I went upstairs to make beds. The tone had turned = not good.
Amoco and the goddess did not return until after dark. About 9:30pm, I was getting ready for bed when Amoco knocked on the door to our section of the house. I had sweats on but came to the door. He said, “I need your help, can I talk to you for a minute?” I told him to come in and shut the door behind him. He was whispering.
So, there we were, standing in the middle of the laundry room, with my piles of sheets. He asked if I could make another picnic for them tomorrow. No problem, agreed. Then, he told me he needed an engagement ring. I put my hand back to brace myself on the dryer, “Are you sure you want to do this?”, I asked him. He nodded. I asked again. He was 110% sure. He struck me as the kind of man who knows what he wants.
Then, we thought about what to do. This isn’t Houston where the Galleria is open until 10:00pm and we could wander in and pick up a big diamond. Where were we going to get an engagement ring between 9:30pm on Saturday night and 10:00am on Sunday morning? In the middle of our little town?
He thought I had the answer.
He looked at me, like I could twitch my nose and make diamonds appear, like I did it all the time…… I started thinking. “Okay”, I said, “Obviously she will want to pick out her own ring, eventually. Southern women are very particular about comfort level of  the wedding ring they will wear for the rest of their lives.” He agreed and was nodding. I continued, “So…., you really just need ‘a ring’, as a symbol of your intentions, …….. right?” He decided he could do that, and I was probably right, she would want to choose her own ring. Some women like a simple band, some want a big rock, etc. I told him I had my grandmother’s or my mom’s ring which he could borrow for the occasion.
We were digging in my jewelry box in the bathroom when my husband wandered in and said, “Are we having a party in the bathroom?” Guy moment. Amoco guy told husband he was proposing and I was helping. We left him in the bathroom and moved back to the laundry piles. He picked mom’s ring, and I was sworn to secrecy.
Next morning, big breakfast, everyone there. Biz chic and Oregon back to touring for the day. Amoco and goddess off to the countryside with another picnic. Amoco had the ring.
Amoco and goddess returned late afternoon. I heard nothing about the big event…. waiting…. waiting…… Biz chic and Oregon returned late. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up our dinner dishes, when the two girls burst through the door.
Huge discussion. Amoco had proposed to the goddess and she thanked me for the “temporary ring”. Biz chic was obviously the dominant friend and was counseling her on a “life-altering” decision. Was she sure? Did she want to wait to finish her PhD? Where would they live? What about HER career? Did she really want to move to Texas? What would her parents think? A million questions from biz chic. All through it, the goddess seemed very innocent, naive, pure, and true. She was a perfect stereotype of a “good girl”. I was quiet but I could tell, the business chic was making goddess uneasy about her decision to say “yes”.
Ever so casually, the goddess mentioned….. “Well, I need to decide because he is leaving on a job for 6 weeks in Greece and he wants me to go with him.”
I stopped washing dishes, straightened up, and said, …….”What did you say?”
Goddess: He wants to stay here for a few more days and get married so my folks could be here for the wedding and we can honeymoon in Greece. Or we could get married in Greece, but my folks would miss it. Or, we can stay engaged for a while (she shuffled her feet on the last option = big tell)
Biz chic (sensing she was losing her best friend): This is all too fast, he needs to slow down.
Goddess: (sad face) But we’ve known each other for a year, I love him.
Biz chic: You don’t know anything about him. (lots of frowning and scowling) What about your work?
Goddess: I volunteer, and I like to help people, but this is the man I love.
Goddess: (Exasperated and almost asking permission of the biz chic to have her own life. And then she said it. She hesitated and second guessed herself,) “I suppose there is no harm in a long engagement……”
Biz Chic: (Happy —- for herself.)
Me: (Waving my arms) Stop. Do you love this man and you’re sure he’s the one? (yes) Will your parents love him as much as you do?(yes) Will he be a wonderful husband and father?(yes)
I banged a pan on the counter and startled them both. I said, “Well then, when opportunity knocks, you need to open the damn door.”
Goddess: Beaming. It was what she wanted to do all along.
Me: Do you want your folks to be here? (Goddess nodding, yes) Then, we’re having a wedding. Call your folks.
She called from the kitchen phone. We had the wedding on Wednesday. It worked. Off they went to Greece.
They sent us Christmas cards for many years…….. six kids.
When the right one comes along, you know. Trust your instincts. Live a happy life and love that person 110%.
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