Alright, it’s time for another Finish the Sentence Friday post and I’m playing!
This one sort of sucks. The sentence that is asked to be finished is this:
When it comes to my past relationships, my partner/spouse thinks…
Well, were this question asked on the popular The Newlywed Game Show back in the day, the answer would probably look like this:
I assume that’s what my wife thinks, but I could be wrong. She’d be basing that on some number I gave her a long time ago.
We’ve been together, Wife and I, for 17 or 18 years now. We’ve only been married for 11, but for all intents and purposes, we’ve been married for 18 years.
That’s almost half my life with the same woman and you know what? My years with her have been the ones that have flown by.
I guess when you find the right person, you just know it. My wife and I met when we worked at the same restaurant and we started dating only because I was walking through the kitchen at the exact same time that she was on the phone (a landline I think) with her friend who was dissing her when she wanted to see Happy Gilmore.
I wanted to see Happy Gilmore too, so when I heard that her friend was standing her up, I jumped in and scored well beyond my abilities, as you can see below!
My before time relationships are not really something that Wife and I have ever discussed. I don’t know much about her previous boyfriends, and she doesn’t know much about my previous girlfriends.
I didn’t have very many girlfriends though, honestly.
My first relationship ended when I cheated on my girlfriend by having relations with her good friend I’d never met…
That’s not the worst part.
What, you say?
You want to know the worst part?
The worst part was that I was…..
SPILL THE BEANS!!!
Ok, I was 14.
Yup. 14 years old when a slightly older woman of almost 16 took my virginity and it turned out that she was friends with a girl I was dating at the time. The story about how it all happened is fairly fucked up too, but that’s not necessary.
The point is that it was the first of many awful relationships for me.
I didn’t date another person in high school at all. I always looked for a reason why I couldn’t date a woman like her ears weren’t level or she had a skin tag on her arm or her father didn’t drink. Whatever it took to break up with a woman, I could find that reason.
I didn’t have another semi-normal relationship until college, and those didn’t work out either. I wasn’t ready to be serious with my first one and the second one was crazy.
Then I met Wife.
I knew right away that she was the bombdiggety for me.
I had to try to sabotage the relationship though, so I moved 9 hours by car away to Dallas, Texas for a job, immediately upon graduation from college, but I still thought of her. I knew I would, but I needed to be sure I guess.
I spent 6 months in California with that same company and, this will surprise my wife I think, was looking for wedding bands in a mall pissed off at myself that I couldn’t afford any that she deserved. That was in 1998. We didn’t get married until 2002. I almost screwed it up, as she was ready and did give me an ultimatum at one point, but it was too late. I already knew I wanted to marry her, it was just a matter of being able to afford a ring she deserved. I finally got the ring.
She couldn’t give two shits about what the ring looked like, but I did good and we got engaged at Busch Stadium during a Cardinal’s playoff game.
While we never really talked about our past relationships too much, because honestly, why would people do that?
Wait. I mean really, if you love somebody, who cares if he or she dated other people in their past, you know?
The point is that I done good! I married the best of all my relationships and I wrote this post in 30 minutes or less for FTSF! Yay me!