I swear I had this topic in my blog calendar to be written about.
Okay. Well I can’t top that story but I will tell you how I met my husband (17 years ago)…… (sorry in advance for the long post but you can’t leave out the good parts)
I have to preface the story. I was living in Pasadena, California and my girlfriend Margo and I used to frequent a pool hall on the weekends, mostly Saturday afternoons. This was not a billiards hall. Or a cute bar with pool tables. Nope. It was a pool hall that was usually filled with blue collar workers and illegal immigrants. But we loved to play pool and it was cheap fun. We felt safe because the owner watched over us.
It was a Friday, August 16, 1991 and I had a long hard week so a group of us went out to dinner/drinks. We stayed out pretty late and I was getting tired. Margo came up with the bright idea of going to play pool (I learned she was frequently this establishment at night). I said, “No. I’m tired, let’s go home”. She begged me to go. I rarely ever went to the pool hall at “night” being a safety girl and all. But for some reason she talked me into it. Am I ever glad she did.
When we walked in – I spotted my future husband. Let’s just say he had the only blond hair in the place. He was playing pool with a mutual friend and somehow we ended up playing partners. He was, of course, “stuck with me” (which I later learned was orchestrated by him. I felt bad because I really sucked at pool. But he was awesome. Like, a pool shark! So he started teaching me how to shoot).
Let’s just say, cupid didn’t shoot an arrow at my heart when I first met him. Come ‘on girls. We’re at a pool hall. ‘Nuff said? But I couldn’t help but laugh the entire time we played (which was four hours, we closed the place). I’ve never laughed so hard and anyone knows…that is a direct road to my heart. I warmed up to his personality and quick wit.
When the evening concluded, we were standing there somewhat awkwardly (you know those moments) and before my future hubby could say anything, Margo speaks up, “So you gonna ask her for her number or what”? Hmph. My future husband glared at her wearily. Then he turns to me and says, “I never ask a lady for her number, but here is mine. I would love to take you to dinner sometime. But I’ll leave it up to you to call me”.
I was speechless.
No guy had ever told me that before. I usually would end up giving out fake numbers because you would get asked for your phone number so frequently. I smiled, took his number and replied, “Tell you what. Why don’t we meet down here again and you can teach me some more about how to play pool”. Ever the safety girl. That’s me.
To wrap it up…. we discovered that his older sister and my older brother worked together at the same business in the same department for years. We knew the same people! He lived about a mile from the pool hall and would play pool there all the time! How we missed each other, I’ll never know. His family and my family were members of the same religious church (a secular church that used to have branches worldwide).
It was meant to be. Did I mentioned he called his sister the day after he met me and told her that he met the woman he was going to marry? I didn’t feel that way, I made him work for my affection. Work really hard…..3 months later he asked me to marry him and I accepted! teehee. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a good pool player that can make me laugh! Fifteen years later (this July 4th is our anniversary) he is still making me laugh!
What about you? Where, how did you meet your fiancé, husband, significant other? We want to know! Leave a comment!