Two became ONE

I had totally sworn off dating someone with dark hair and blue eyes and decided to date anyone who asked who wasn’t off-putting.  It was SO much fun!  I was even dating my accounting instructor.  Was having the time of my life.

Mike had talked to me a couple times, he says, I don’t remember.  I did remember his dark hair and blue eyes when he introduced himself the first day of class, The crazy professor insisted on introductions and I was one of two females, the other being middle aged, so all the guys came to my table.  A few weeks into the semester, he and a friend followed me and my roommate to an exhibit upstairs.  Somehow he and I ended up getting something to drink in the Student Union Building downstairs, having lost my room mate and his side kick.  I think it was a football distraction/maneuver to get Mary Jo (my room mate/guard dog) out of the way.  But he was so sweet I never noticed she was gone.

We chatted a little bit and I am thinking ‘this guy is trouble, that hair, those eyes’.  A few minutes later he asked: “Do you want to go to the Michael Martin Murphy concert?”  I said: “Yes, I’d like to go.”  Then he said: “With me?”  And I was sitting there in the student union building, so brazen, in my Afternoon Delight tight T-shirt.  And I said: “Yes, with you.”  And he flashed that little boy smile and I was hooked.  I told him I had just flunked my first accounting test (am I’m dating the instructor?) and he offered to help me.  Of course when he came over we didn’t even open an accounting book.  That was October 8th, 1977.

Thirty years, nine months and one week later we moved our two boys into their apartment at UNT.  And it was hard in some ways because I knew that is when a lot of marriages can get rocky if the couple doesn’t focus on common interests and it had crossed my mind. After getting them settled in, we left, walked down the stairs, just past some hedges he slipped his arm around me and pulled me up close to him, kissed me and said: “You wanna go see Michael Martin Murphy, with me?”  And there was that same little boy smile and blue eyes……a little less hair.  And I knew he was telling me we were picking up right were we left off…….together.  Totally melted my heart all over again.

Those are two of the most beautiful memories I have.

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