My how time flies & life changes. Especially if you are me!
It seems the last time I posted to this blog was in March. That was more than eight months ago. I was single then – and only had one cat. And wasn’t in a PhD program. And had a fulltime job. My how things change!
Less than two weeks from my last “Snow of Doom” post, I met a man. Oh, he wasn’t really a man. He was a Match.Com post. And he emailed me. I wasn’t really interested because he was old. Way old. 55! And he had white hair. And he was tall. And educated. And intellectual. And 55! He also owned a car and a company and who the heck wants that? Especially at my age? Did I mention he was 55?!? Anyway, my pal Trish talked sense into me and I emailed “old guy” back. Truth be told, “old guy” emailed my in February and I told him I was busy and to email me in one month. And he did! (Who does that?!?)
My plan was to occupy some time. My PhD program started in March and I would have liked to have dated before then. Alas, the prison guard and guy who wanted to do me even though we had no chemistry didn’t work out. The E-Harmony guys who lived in Alaska (all 120 of them) weren’t really an option. It is a known fact that God laughs at plans anyway. I get that now.
The same week I started my PhD program and was working the “Miami Conference” (appropriately named), I “met” Bill (“old guy”). By meet I mean emailed and texted and talked on the phone – just like they did in the olden days. As soon as I got back to town I met him. And he was wonderful. And after two weeks, he proposed. (Who does that?!?) Actually he proposed after 11 days but who is counting (except my “friends” who formed a Facebook page called “The 11 Day Society.” DO NOT FRIEND.)
The ring story is a hoot. Seems Bill’s Mom lied to him about her ring size. I’m a 10. Exact same size as my shoe. On a guy that might mean something. On a gal – not so sure. Hmmm. Anyway, we were at Chili’s (love the Happy Hour!) and “old guy” pulls out a ring. I ask what size it is (I wasn’t born yesterday) and he says a six (six my ass). Damn if it didn’t fit. (It was a 10 and his Mom lied.)
Long story short, we got married in May. We celebrated our six month anniversary last week. And they said it wouldn’t last.
Stay tuned because I am dying to tell y’all about my wedding (detention center “aka jail” in North Carolina) my new kitty and my PhD program. And since I now only have a halftime job (after 15 years) I just may have time (that’s another story) . I hope you do as well.
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