I saw her on my first day of school, she was wearing a long black skirt with lily flowers and white daffodils, with a white sweater and heels with dark nylons. The time it took me to get up the nerve to talk with her is kind of an embarrassment. Eventually we shared a classroom at the same time while she took choir and I took art. I was splitting my time between the art work required, which I flew through, to enjoy the remainder of my class time in the sound proof room practicing guitar. Guitar was, at that time, my obsession, and it consumed me for at least 5 hours everyday. I was and am still a music junkie, it is a part of me just like my nose, or my foot. I depend on all three, everyday to help me enjoy life. She felt the same, and would steal away in to the room with me. She began to learn to play and would come to shadow or inquire for a bit of a lesson. It was my in, and I didn't waste it. She wasn't like the others, she made me work for it, and I did. We were both 14 when she finally consented to date me. We were so young that we went through many tough experiences during our early time together. But through it all she was there, never got distracted or went on temporary hormone induced taste testing trips. I am proud to say that we have been together for 18 years this October, and married for what will be ten years in November. I found out through her loyalty and blue collar approach to relationships, that even the most ill-contented, wandering type men can be melted and satisfied in the shadows of love, so long as you marry only your very best friend. She is as much a curiosity to me now as then, and she makes me want to be a better person even now. I cant imagine what I would have done or who I would have become without her in my life, because the pursuit of her smile has motivated every choice that I have made.
Thank you for this thread, I love telling people how we met, and I love talking about her..