Originally Posted by JudyKayTee
Let's see, first kiss - I was 16, he was 19 (an older man). I can't remember his name! I thought he was sophisticated beyond words because he held the cigarette between his thumb and index finger when he smoked. Go figure. Anyway - my father disliked him intensely. Said older man invited me to a picnic at the beach with his College friends. It was intensely hot out, there was potato salad, I was very nervous with all these "older" people, I'm very light skinned, I got very sunburned and somewhat queasy because of the sun/potato salad, at the end of the day he brought me home, leaned over, kissed me - and I threw up on my parents' driveway. My father always said this was an omen. At any rate, he never called me again.
How about best pick-up line? On my third date with my husband - and he later told me the third date was the charm, I never heard that "man rule" - during dinner he suddenly said, "I have to tell you something."
My heart stopped - I thought he was married. All I could think of was how much I liked him and he was married! We were sitting on a restaurant patio, overlooking a lake, and I considered jumping into the lake. I actually picked up my purse, ready to smack him with it and stalk out - 3" heels and all.
And he said, "I'm in trouble. I forgot my insulin. I have to go back to my condo." And I said, dizzy with relief, "Oh, are you diabetic?" - that's absolutely the only thing that came to my mind. In retrospect, well, anyway -
He could have said just about anything at that point, including being a serial killer on parole, and I would have sensed nothing but relief about the not married part.
And he mumbled something about waiting until the time was right to tell me, we had our dinners packaged up and off we went. He was too shaky to drive so I drove "us" (and our dinners) in his car, an hour back to his condo. I couldn't drive in 3" heels so he had to hold them and I had to drive in bare feet.
When we got there he put Gladiator in the DVD player for me to watch when he went off to do whatever he went off to do.
He eventually came back and all I remember about the movie is the fake tigers and something about Russell Crowe in a sarong-like thing. I still have never finished that movie!
And I don't think we ate the dinners, either.
We got married 2 months later.
Until the day he died he swore he really did forget his insulin - I've never been really sure.
