Meeting My Future Husband for the First Time
The first time I saw my future husband, that I can recall, I was sixteen and had just moved to our small town. There was a church party at the town park and since our family was new to the town, my parents made us go so that we could meet people. Amy had met this guy at church named Jared and dragged me over to talk to him. My sister and I weren’t “into” Jared, but he was a familiar face and we welcomed his attention. The three of us went a short distance away from the party and made ourselves comfortable on some old wooden bleachers that I was sure weren’t too safe.
I can’t remember what we talked about that day, but only after about fifteen minutes or so, a young kid came over and called to Jared. He was dirty and disheveled, and he badly needed a haircut and a shower. I thought he was a bit of a nerd with his over sized glasses and dirty tennis shoes, defiantly not worth my notice. He walked over to us carrying a skateboard.
“Jared, you said you would go skating with me.” He said. I noticed as he got closer that he also had some bad acne. Jared sighed. I could tell that this kid was cramping his style. He turned to us and explained that he was his little brother, Ben.
“Can we go later?” Jared asked shooting a quick smile at my sister. I could tell that he was interested in Amy and suppressed a giggle.
“You said that we could go before dark.” Ben said. He couldn’t be older then thirteen I thought, but later I can to find out that was Amy’s age, fourteen.
“Okay,” Jared said and turned to us. “ Sorry, I told my brother that I would go with him. I’ll see you guys later, okay?”
“Sure,” I said. “See ya.” We waved as he walked off with his little brother, Ben – my future husband.
The First Time I Talked to Ben
Around November 1997 (I think)
I hating taking the school bus. There were so real weenies that rode the bus, and after one particular instance, my parents decided they would get me a car to drive to school. I was super excited to have my first car, a 1989 Ford Taurus, light blue. I couldn’t wait to show my new friends. I drove my car into Bob’s Gas Station on Main, and honked my horn. I thought my friend Jon would come out and “Ooo and Ahh” over my new toy. But instead of Jon coming out, Jared’s greasy little brother, Ben came strolling out and started to fill my gas tank up. I rolled down my window and asked him where Jon was.
“He doesn’t work here anymore.” That was the first I had heard this news. Why hadn’t he told me? Why did I have to hear it from Ben of all people.
“How much gas do you want?” He asked me.
“Just ten bucks, okay?” he nodded.
As the gas was pumping, Ben started to wash my windows, then he checked my oil. Wow, I remember thinking, Jon never did all that. In fact, Jon never did much of anything here at the station. He mostly just sat around and talked to the customers. When I would bring my mom’s car in, I would fill up and Jon would stand there and talk. I even had to go in and pay; Ben took my money at the car. I was mildly impressed.
Ben never said much to me. He was all business. This was just as well, because I wasn’t interested in being his friend. I just wanted my oil checked and my windows washed.
If someone had told me that day, as I stared at Ben through my windshield as he squeegeed off the dirt and grime, that I would someday marry him. I would have laughed and called them insane.
For the rest of the story of how we hooked up (if you missed that one, or want to read it again) see the post: ...and we lived happily ever after... in a trailer.
Ahhhhh..... I just miss him so much!!!! I can't wait to see him in that uniform either... I have plans...
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