We met on a blind date. Well, actually, we met the year before at a backstage cast party. He doesn’t remember but I can understand as I was with his ex and he was busy hanging all over double D cup girl. So we met on a blind date set up by a co-worker of mine who was married to his supervisor.
I recall being furious with S for setting me up. I had just broken off a toxic live-in relationship and really wasn’t looking for love or something like that. Bill recalls that I was wearing tight red pants and that I had a nice butt. He was a man ahead of his time appreciating a J-Lo type butt back then.I was, I thought rather rude to him because I was trying to keep my anger in check over S playing matchmaker with me. He recalls that it was kind of refreshing being with a girl who wasn’t flirting or hanging all over him.
The next day, I felt a little bit bad for being so rude to the guy. He was cute with his curly brown hair and dark green eyes. He was real nice to me despite my behavior and I felt a little bit bad. I figured I would never have a chance to apologize until the phone rang. It was him. Asking me out to dinner that night!
Five months later, he asked me to marry him.
Ten weeks later, on his grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary, we were married. We exchanged our vows at the Wayside Chapel in Santa Cruz, California where his parents were married.
I don’t believe many felt that this would last. We were young. We knew each other for a rather short time and had met on the rebound from other relationships. Yet here we are, twenty two years later.
What a roller coaster ride it has been! I wouldn’t want to ride it with anyone else. Happy Anniversary, Bo. I love you! Lo