I've shared the story of how I met my husband a million times, but it wasn't until last night that I realized how incredible that story really is. Taking you back 15 years…. (see the bubbly cloud rising above us? That's the memory bubble.)
Here's a quick list of me in school:
1. Jr. High—I had a bad at-home-perm-job my mom wouldn't let relax. I wanted to look like Baby off Dirty Dancing so that when I danced with my broom in the kitchen (I called it Johnny) it would flounce the way it did on her in the movie–yes I spent a lot of time with that movie. Don't judge.
2. I was super gifted in the arts and school came easy to me. Not bragging, it got me labeled a nerd from early on.
3. My girlie parts grew really fast and looked like odd cones sticking out of my gym shirt. Oh, and to top it all off, I had these big, glass-glasses.
NEEDLESS TO SAY I WENT WITHOUT THE ATTENTION OF BOYS UNLESS YOU COUNT RANDOM GROPAGE.
4. Then came High School. I grew about 3 inches, lost 40 lbs, let my hair grow out and then gave it a super cute bob. Got contacts and considered myelf quite cute. Then, I found boys! Or more like they found me. 🙂
5. This would have been okay, but I kept finding the wrong boys and had to learn the really hard way about mistakes.
Okay, so now we're to the summer before my senior year. My cousins decided that it was rediculous that I was so shy. They dressed me in this tight bodysuit thing—if you were around in the 90s you know what I'm talking about–those spandex things that snapped at the crotch. Well, let me tell you, wearing one of those with a pair of skin tight Rocky Mountains didn't go over that well.
They spoofed me up and hauled me down to the local dance hall. Now, don't be confused, they did serve beer at these places but back then teens were allowed in. It was mostly good clean dancing fun–country style–something I'd never done. This is how I spent most of the night:
1. Fidget in the crowd
2. Shuffle backwards until I could reach back and dig those dang clips out of my behind
3. Dodge drunken cowboys that thought brushing up against young girls was a new national game
But, then something amazing happened…
A man with a days growth of beard and the bluest eyes you've ever seen, ducked through the crowd and snatched my hand. "Let's dance," he said.
No question. He commanded me forward and I followed willingly. I'd finally found my Johnny. To be continued….
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Roxanne Rhoads
13 years agobody suits from the 90s oh how I remember those- damn snaps were so irritating!
I went through too many bad guys before finding my true romance in 2000- he's still got a bit of that bad biy charm- half Italian half southern boy and all charm though I ahve to prod him on the romance sometimes
Ciara Knight
13 years agoA man who can dance. Yum. 🙂
Rachel
13 years ago AUTHORThere's something about the Southern charm, these men don't always remember the flowers and wine, but they sure can show a girl a good time. ; )
Rachel
13 years ago AUTHORCiara, he is the yummiest. I adore my dancing honey.
Nancy Mirtle
13 years agoRachel,
LOVE your story! I can picture every bit of it.
Can't wait to read the rest.
Sounds like a book to me.
Rachel
13 years agoNancy, hmmm, wonder how hubby would feel about that. lol. He read this story tonight and I think I saw a sparkle in his eye. Luvs him. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
Nina Croft
13 years agoWow – raising some great story questions here – why didn't he shave before coming to the dance? I have to know more! (and I love it when Iknow there's a happy ending!)
I love Dirty Dancing as well – still watch it regularly!
Heather Powers
13 years agoHehee…I can really relate to the nerd thing. For me, it was carrying a book around with me everywhere and reading. And I had BIG glasses too. I went through 2 divorces before I finally found my Mr Right.
Rachel
13 years agoNina, so much fun. I love questions. He'd beed divorced for just over a year when we met and he was still in that Bachelor-I-Don't-Give-A-Flip attitude. His first wife had really done a number on him. Plus, he's Czech and burly. 🙂 Seriously, he can shave in the am and by night, it's scratchy brillo man. 🙂
Heather, I knew I liked you. Geeks unite. lol. And don't worry about the mistakes, the important thing is that you're happy now. 🙂 That's what I tell hubs when he thinks about the years wasted with his first. Plus, things might not have worked out the way they did if he hadn't have gone through that hiccup.