Yesterday was mine and Scott's 18th wedding anniversary! Time sure has flown by. Scott and I met in college. He was a semester ahead of me because I for deep personal reasons had changed my major mid stream. Basically I did not like how they tore up my articles as a Journalism major. So I took hold of my minor in History and it became my major. Yes, it was deep all around! Anyway, had this not happened along with many other things that Scott can quickly enumerate for you, we would have never met. You see it was in his last semester and my next to last one that we both attended a Historian's Craft class (a requirement to get your deep degree in History).
We were in this class for 10 weeks, folks! Keep in mind 10 weeks for 3 hours each week! We spoke to each other one time in 10 weeks during a break were we talked about the school newspaper. I being a previous high school newspaper editor always read the school newspaper and it appeared he found this interesting. Also, for the entire 10 weeks I thought his first name was Perry because that is all anyone called him even the teacher! He thought I was older than him because I came to class "dressed up," meaning not jeans and tshirt. Let me explain why this was. I worked full time (40 hours) during most of my college experience and attended classes full time. Perry here, just got lucky that this was the one class during that whole time that I did not work on the day of the class nor did I have any other classes. So I was pretty bummy all day and usually put on big girl clothes for this one class. Who knew such things would pay off!
So how did we get past the one conversation to a lifetime of wedded bliss? Well, all in all that was a rough semester for me in the personal realm. I had given up on men, boys whatever you wish to call them. By the way, they do say that is when he comes along. Anyway, on the very last night of our 10 week class, I had my hand on the door handle of my car when I hear, "So are you going to stop and talk to me?" Yes, always as cocky as ever my sweetie! Well, I thought I might because I at least knew him and he seemed intelligent and if he was a serial killer I did have mace on me! Anyway, we stood in that parking lot and talked for a couple of hours. We then talked on the phone the next three nights for several hours. Went on a date, met the parents, dealt with parents divorcing, had a beach trip, dealt with some other really personal and important issues, lived together for 6+months and decided we would get married on November 27, 1993.
FYI - our first date was on May 27, 1992, we married exactly 1 year and 6 months later. We moved into our first house on March 27, 1999. The 27th is just a good date for us!
So that is how we met and amazingly throughout the last 18 years we have never really stopped talking or accepting both the good and bad in each other! Perry, it sure has been fun and I know because I am independent that way, that we will see many more together!
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