Sunday, July 6 is our 12 year wedding anniversary.  Not 12 days, weeks or months, but 12 YEARS!  I was barely 20 years old when we got married, practically a child bride.  There were a lot of people who said we were making a huge mistake and I love how we’ve beat the odds and proved them wrong.  Love is a strange thing and sometimes it finds you when you least expect it.  I’ve been thinking a lot about the year 1995 when Daddy and I first met.  It was fate - pure and simple fate.  We were destined to find each other and to be together forever. 

This is part one of our love story. 

It was October of 1995, I was 19 years old and very wild.  I had just graduated from high school in May and had decided against college.  I had no real goals or direction in life - I was just drifting along.  I went out and partied with friends every night, slept till whenever, experimented with drugs and had indiscriminate sex with pretty much any guy willing to wear a condom.  I was extremely lucky that I never got an STD, seriously hurt or killed.  Every boyfriend I ever had eventually ended up leaving me because they said I was “crazy”.  These were the days before anyone knew about bipolar disorder so I actually started to believe that they were right and I was crazy.  I figured I was doomed to never have real love.  Then one night I met Daddy.  I thank God everyday for my Daddy.  He saved me.  He literally saved my life.

It was October 28, 1995 and I’d gone, alone, to a Halloween party called “The Freakers Ball” at a popular nightclub that I frequented.  There was a long line to get in and this older guy started chatting me up.  I wasn’t interested, but I played like I was so he’d pay my way into the club.  Once we got inside he asked for my phone number, I gave him a fake one and then ditched him.  Mean thing to do it was, but I was young.  I wasn’t old enough to drink, but it didn’t matter because I was having a blast dancing.  I danced alone and with a few guys until I got thirsty and then headed off to go get a coke.  Making my way towards the bar I ran into an old friend from high school named Cara.  We talked for a bit then she told me that she was there with some friends invited me to hang out with them.  I agreed.

One of her friends was a girl named Becky who turned out to be a real bitch, but the other friend was this tall and very attractive man….you guessed it - my future Hubby/Daddy!  :)  When Cara introduced me to him, I could feel the electricity between us immediately.  There was just something about him that spoke to me.  We all hung out together until the club closed and then we all went back to Cara’s apt. for a while.  I really liked him and was hoping he’d ask me out.  I didn’t think anything would really come of it, certainly not a 12 year marriage, but he was cute and nice and I knew I’d like to fuck him.  It was getting really late and as I was getting ready to leave he FINALLY asked me out!  He gave me his phone number and asked me to call him later when he got home from work.

I was excited and nervous as I waited all day for him to get home so I could call him.  I didn’t think he’d remember me since the night before he’d been a little tipsy when he gave me his phone number (he was old enough to drink) but as it turned out he did remember me!!  We made plans to go out that night and I had butterflies in my stomach as I gave him directions to my apt.  Turns out I’m lousy with directions and he got lost.  I thought I had been stood up and was crushed until I thought about the directions I gave him and realized he was probably lost.  I called Cara to try to find a way to get a hold of him and he’d gone to her apt looking for a way to get a hold of me!!  Welcome back to the age before cell phones.  :)  He said he thought I was standing him up by giving him false directions, we laughed about the confusion, I gave him the correct directions and a few minutes later he was in my living room!!  I gave him the grand tour of my place which wasn’t much since I was 19 and working in a shit-hole that pretended to be a restaurant.  Then we left and went on our first date.  He took me to a real restaurant that was fabulous and to see a horror movie.  :)  We ended up back at his apt. and talked for a while until his phone rang.  It was Cara having some kind of crisis so we drove over to her apt. to find out what was going on.  For the life of me I don’t remember what her deal was or how she wound up with us on our date, but she did.  The three of us then went back at his apt. and she played on his computer while we made out on his bed wishing we’d never gone to pick her ass up!  I went with him to take her back home and then we went back to his apt.  Shesh!!  It had already been an eventful first date, but once we were finally alone…. OH MY GOD!!!  Fireworks is the only way to describe it!!  He fucked me like no man had ever fucked me and I felt pleasures beyond my wildest dreams!!  We fell asleep for awhile and then he took me home around 4 am because he had to be at work early that morning.  I figured that was it.  Another one night stand and my heart sank because I REALLY liked him.  I was hoping to hear from him again, but I didn’t put a lot of faith in it.  I was shocked and sooo happy when he called me later on that day and came over to my apt.!!!!

*To Be Continued*