GaryGaulin
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The reason my wife did not make me mine first is in part from her having been very talkative and still is but too bashful to get too close. I also wondered she was showing off for my friend, who was good looking too and seemed more lucky in love than I was. He learned that she wanted me and at first I thought he was kidding, but after he left for another job (along the way to following his dream in California) he was gone but she was not.
Once at lunch time we went to a small convenience store around five houses away and I bought her a soda. That was a big event for her and in her opinion qualifies as our first date. But for me it was someone usually around who that day was dressed up like they are going out for a stroll and just happened to be heading my way, though she had no place to go just the sidewalk. It was like a twist of fate that makes the odds of something normally only remotely possible almost 100% by her knowing how to give fate a twist, to control the love of someone in her eyes John Travolta is no competition to:
Olivia Newton John - Twist of fate
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v....wbp5XT4
By the time we met back up again at the gas station after her following in right behind me (says it was not on purpose and at most a subconscious autopilot mode) she was 22 and had a part time job helping to care for the elderly in their home, which used up much of her free time. With the way she filled out a white cheerleader-cut nursing dress and matching boots I had to gave her my number. Then she called, already knew where the apartment was. A day or so later she came over to see what the place looks like, after the competition was gone for good. In my first marriage it just months after meeting at a bar (drinking age was 18) and she was planning a wedding. All but the two of us sensed it would not last long her mom and dad thought it best to let her follow her dream that was made her come to life in ways she never did before, from what I later found out was growing up enduring brutally painful reconstructive surgery for her ear and part of the face that she was good at hiding behind her hair. Otherwise she had great looks too. She turned out to be a couple years shy of being legal drinking age. So it's a good thing I do not recall ever buying her any drinks. We were though only a few years apart in age and legal age of marriage the problem was that we were both too young to know what we were getting into. Like what happens every day in Las Vegas. But with her condition getting married at all was once an always an impossible dream, which makes any wedding at-all a boost of self-esteem even though after achieving it she needed a John Travolta to keep up with her love of dancing nightlife needs. Not a science guy that spends all their time working on electronic gadgets and normally doesn't get out much. There were over-dramatics on her part to get out of it with everyone on her end happy she did, I felt bitter about. But with our not having to fight over kids that neither of us were at the time prepared to raise I grew to be thankful that it like a whirlwind couple of years that happened so quickly that I have less than perfect memory of by drinking too much at times, though not a barfing on himself out in the street kind of guy staggering around at work with other working-stiffs either. By the time my party-life caught up to my day-job it was recommended that I go chill for a few weeks away from all that and all else in an alcohol rehab center that insurance covered, where I actually had a great time learning all kinds of things about how the brain works that you would have had to be there to believe. That's where the biggest baddest bikers cry in remorse after the booze comes out of them, while the old-timers with bad livers that drink heavily for decades started talking to curtains and hallucinating real bad then died. I then knew that I did not need to party until I'm dead. Although I suffered some relapses after that they were short and each led to another learning experience with good excuse for vacation time before being completely drained by malnutrition and dehydration that sets in before being too out of it to operate the machinery properly. Recovery is in part from getting a dose of B vitamins that will make you pee bright yellow for a week and a well prepared filling diet that as quickly as possible restores what the alcohol washed away.
How my wife and I met is a long story. I can say though that my more Charlie Sheen days (without porn stars and getting arrested for assault madness just driving under under the influence of alcohol) was primarily my first wife's problem and the three-week learning clinic I got as punishment after being pulled over in a radar trap with alcohol on my breath, but I was not driving dangerously it was part of an effort to get people to slow down a hill leading off the highway that suddenly turns to a residential enough of an area to have to go real slow through even though it's a 2-lane almost all fly through anyhow. I never had to serve jail-time or had serious legal trouble and my close encounter with her in the car that time was a success story for the Dudley, Massachusetts rehab where what makes them and the legal system. What makes them and others most happy is a success like mine that helped show what they had there at least works for a guy with a sexy Rose-like counterpart there to say "I told you so" that's still more fun than than the booze ever was.
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