We also learned that I have a husband. And, he is nice.
I kinda like his face. He seems to like mine back. It is convenient like that.
We owe our entire Serious Relationship to Liz. I think we still owe her a pizza or something. And Gill Street Pub (or Bar or whatever). That is where it all started.
Without Liz's intervention, I would never have even considered Joe for a date let alone a marriage. This is what he looked like the night we met.
I thought he was about 19. I was 25 at the time. So, when Liz told me I should go talk to him at the after-party, I thought she was a bit more insane than she usually is.
"How old is he?" I exclaimed.
"He's our age," she replied.
"Ok."
I am obviously a hard sell.
Our First Date was two weeks later. We ate at T.G.I. Friday's. We had hot wings even though Leslie told me not to order them. I dropped one into my lap immediately. He pretended not to notice.
Then we went to a Riverman game. One highlight of the evening was the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders kicking in semi-unison about six times. I was hoping one would slip on the ice. I have mentioned that I have an evil sense of humor, right? The other highlight of the evening were several drunk 21 year-olds with foul mouths. They nearly ended up in a fight with the parents of the small children that were within hearing distance. I don't remember any actual hockey. Probably because hockey sucks. Go, Pack, Go!
After that we headed to a bar for a couple drinks and a bit of darts. Joe assured me he wasn't very good. After soundly whooping my ass at Cricket, he said he'd only been in the dart league for about a year.
Bonus Points were awarded to Joe for ignoring my clumsy hot wing handling, purchasing lower bowl tickets, and knowing what Cricket was without an explanation.
I think I impressed him by fixing my headlight with a solid smack on its housing in the parking lot at the bar, laughing at the cheerleaders, and knowing what Cricket was without an explanation.
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