This is a great lo about how I first met my husband and the funny story behind it. Journaling:I saw you from across the room. You were leaning on your pool stick. Your game was obviously not going your way. There was not a smile. You were such a cutie. Starched shirt, Wranglers. oh, yeah! Can't forget that cute butt. YOu caught my attention. I walked over and told you, "You would have a lot more fun, if you weren't a stick~jockey!" I was being a smartelique and you just ignored me. I was you a time or two after that and finally we talked again. You told me you didn't think I could dance with you. Surprise, I did know how and we were a perfect match. I really didn't think you were interested. That night you walked me out to my pickup without even a kiss. Just a good-bye. To my surprise, several days later I cme back from a UIL meet at work and my best friend handed me a phone number. I said, "what is this?" She told me that it was your number and that you had gone through a lot to get it to me.
You had gone to work the next Monday and told your boss, Max, about me. You didn't remember my name, only what I drove and where I taught school at. This is amazing to me now since I know you remember almost everyone's name. Max said he knew a customer that might know me. He called Penny Lange. She knew me, but didn't know how to get in touch with me. She called her friend who's husband was on the school board for the school that i worked for. She owned a beauty shop (which I had never been in) and my best friend, Daisy Parker, was in there. She told them that she didn't want to give you my phone number (I didn't even have one), but you could leave yours. You did, I called you back and we have been together ever since. Was it fate, our destiny to find each other? You continue to be my stick~jockey today.