Either way, we've been married 17 years.
WOW! That sounds like a really long time...
Anyway, it may sound like a long time, but it doesn't FEEL like a long time. I feel like I've always been with him. That he's always been a part of me. That there was never a "before Bear" time in my life.
We had our first date Wednesday, December 13, 1989. He picked me up in his faded dark grey Camaro ("I ain't never rid in no Camaro before!"). We went to see the play Fiorello (I still have the ticket stubs). I wore a grey dress with my hair up. We went for a walk afterwards down by the sea wall. There was a women with a flat tire and Bear asked if she needed help. We had Burger King afterwards. LOL! We saw or talked to each other every day after that.
SIX WEEKS LATER, that man finally kissed me. My mother and my sister were beginning to think he was gay. I was thinking that maybe he wasn't all that in to me.
Naaaaaahhhhhh!
I remember that first kiss too. It was a Sunday and we had gone back to his apartment to go fishing in the lake behind it. I had changed out of my church clothes into a pair of his shorts (I could hardly get my butt into them) and one of his shirts. After we'd been fishing we decided to watch TV. I came out of his room with my shirt "accidentally" unbuttoned one button too many.
Did I mention this was after church? Yeah, I think I did.
He politely informed me that I had missed a button. I acted all embarrassed and turned around to fix it. We were watching tv and later that night he laid down on his couch to watch the movie (whatever it was). I think we watched two of them. I laid down in front of him on the couch. We hardly fit the two of us. After about an hour and a half he finally kissed me. So we kissed for a while when I finally had to go home (I was pass curfew, but WOW he was such an awesome kisser!!!!).
Now being the healthy almost 19-year-old hormone driven female that I was, I would have slept with him that night. Right. Wrong. But true. He, however, was a 25-year-old man who'd been in the Navy for almost six years who was a bit more mature than I was. He said he respected me and wanted to do the right thing by me.
How sweet.
Took me until August to seduce him. ***schoolgirl giggles***
But here we are 19 years after our first date. Nineteen years after our first kiss. Seventeen years after our vows. And five children later.
And I am as into him now as ever.
He's still an AWESOME kisser and now we can have guilt free sex.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, BEAR!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!
Anyway, it may sound like a long time, but it doesn't FEEL like a long time. I feel like I've always been with him. That he's always been a part of me. That there was never a "before Bear" time in my life.
We had our first date Wednesday, December 13, 1989. He picked me up in his faded dark grey Camaro ("I ain't never rid in no Camaro before!"). We went to see the play Fiorello (I still have the ticket stubs). I wore a grey dress with my hair up. We went for a walk afterwards down by the sea wall. There was a women with a flat tire and Bear asked if she needed help. We had Burger King afterwards. LOL! We saw or talked to each other every day after that.
SIX WEEKS LATER, that man finally kissed me. My mother and my sister were beginning to think he was gay. I was thinking that maybe he wasn't all that in to me.
Naaaaaahhhhhh!
I remember that first kiss too. It was a Sunday and we had gone back to his apartment to go fishing in the lake behind it. I had changed out of my church clothes into a pair of his shorts (I could hardly get my butt into them) and one of his shirts. After we'd been fishing we decided to watch TV. I came out of his room with my shirt "accidentally" unbuttoned one button too many.
Did I mention this was after church? Yeah, I think I did.
He politely informed me that I had missed a button. I acted all embarrassed and turned around to fix it. We were watching tv and later that night he laid down on his couch to watch the movie (whatever it was). I think we watched two of them. I laid down in front of him on the couch. We hardly fit the two of us. After about an hour and a half he finally kissed me. So we kissed for a while when I finally had to go home (I was pass curfew, but WOW he was such an awesome kisser!!!!).
Now being the healthy almost 19-year-old hormone driven female that I was, I would have slept with him that night. Right. Wrong. But true. He, however, was a 25-year-old man who'd been in the Navy for almost six years who was a bit more mature than I was. He said he respected me and wanted to do the right thing by me.
How sweet.
Took me until August to seduce him. ***schoolgirl giggles***
But here we are 19 years after our first date. Nineteen years after our first kiss. Seventeen years after our vows. And five children later.
And I am as into him now as ever.
He's still an AWESOME kisser and now we can have guilt free sex.
Peace Out,
~*~*~Krystal~*~*~
6 comments:
That was really great, Congrat to you both.
Thanks for sharing... that was a great post.
Actually, you've only been married about 4 years, if you add up the number of times your anniversary date has recurred.
Funny. I had a good friend who got married on that day as well, mostly for the novelty of it.
Happy Anniversary! Your wedding dress reminds me of mine so I can tell you were married around the same time!
I can give you the code for the scrolling buttons if you'd like. I'd post it here but blogger usually doesn't like html code too much so it probably wouldn't work.
I am so happy for your two!
I enjoy reading your blog too.
I write a Christian based Journal, am a firm believer and defender of the 1st and 2nd Amendments.
I served in Vietnam as a helicopter door gunner: 68-70, U.S. Army and am retired from Chrysler.
Cordially,
Tom S
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!
So, how much time went by from first date to marriage proposal?
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