In 1995, I bought my first computer and AOL was all the rage at the time.
I don’t care what anybody says, but when you have an access to internet for the first time, you go to Chat Room to check it out.
So I did and soon I met this guy, Jack. He was to come see his friend in So.Cal in a few days , so we decided to double date for not risking meeting some serial killer. We didn’t exchange phone numbers, either.
His flight got delayed and he had no way to contact me. He called his best friend, Montie, to email me that we had to reschedule.
I responded to this email with my number, Montie called and the rest is history. Jack was our best man at the wedding which took place at his parents’ house.
Jack himself married to Jill on November 1st, 2003, which is when I gave a birth to our son, Monty, who came 3 weeks early.
Posts Tagged marriage
How I met my husband
Feb 28
It was worth the pain
Feb 26
Ok, so I was dating this girl named Kim. Everything was going great and I was head over heels inlove with this girl. It was awesome. We basically lived together for 5 months and my bestfriend loved her so that was definately a plus. Yeah right. A few days after Christmas Kim dumps me. Not only does she dump me but you remember my best friend right well can you guess who became my girlfriends new girl? Yes, my bestfriend Katie. So, I became very depressed. I felt like I had lost it all. So, I attempted suicide. Finally realizing how stupid I was I took myself to the hospital. After I was released I decided to move away from it all. In my time away I started going on craigslist, and well, I met this amazing girl name Brittany. I have now been with her for 7 months and its the best (and longest) relationship I have ever been in. I can see myself with her till my dying day. She is just that amazing. I realize now, if I would have gone threw with my task after the breakup I would’ve killed myself over the WRONG person. I now know Kim was not my “soul mate”. But I do believe Brittany is. So, I hope she reads this because what I’m about to do is kind of crazy. Brittany baby, I love you with all my heart. I know your the one for me. Please do me the honor of being my life partner and wife. I love you.
My fairytale story begins with a sad start, as I was going through a divorce from my husband of 8 years. After he moved out (declaring his love for someone else), I decided that I wouldn’t sit home and mope. So, I put on my cowboy boots, and headed to a cowboy bar in Albuquerque, to have some fun dancing (as I hadn’t done much of that since I was in college). I was there early, so it wasn’t crowded on the dance floor. I met a poker player named Bob, and he was a great dancer. Later on, I danced with a few other guys as well. A couple of hours passed, and a tall man (also named Bob) casually strutted up to me, asking me to dance. We clicked, and had a great time that night. He gave me his card, saying he was in town on business occasionally, and would I like to meet him again. I said yes, and a month later, he called to take me out again. A great start to our relationship! As we got closer, I learned that appearances can be deceiving, as he turned out to be 32 years my senior!! That didn’t slow us down too much, though he did try to end our relationship three different times during our courtship, as he thought I needed a younger guy to have babies with! Eventually, he decided that I was truly happy with him. When he retired from his business in Las Cruces, and he found a new place in Cedaredge, Colorado that he liked (as he is an avid snowmobiler). I then made the decision to leave my family behind in NM, and follow my dream man to Colorado. We were married in 2001, a month after moving to our new home. Here, my lifelong dream of breeding, raising and training horses came true. We built a home and nice horse setup, from the ground up. Then, we went on a whirlwind search throughout Colorado to find our dream horses, a gaited breed called the “Rocky Mountain Horse”. The preferred color of these horses is a beautiful chocolate brown with a flaxen mane and tail. We ended up finding twelve horses to begin our herd that year.
I’ve been in bliss with Bob every since, though now I work harder (physically) than I ever had in my entire life. It’s worth it though, every time I look out and see our beautiful horses in the field. Bob is still working hard at 72, and we’re in the process of building our dream horse farm, complete with indoor riding arena, just a few miles down the road!. What a life I have with such a caring man. Bob and I work together as a team in everything we do, and our hard work has allowed us to create a beautiful life together. What a blast! My dream from high school has come true!
How I Met My Wife
Dec 7
My name is Danny Kofke and I met my wife through a chance encounter.
I was an elementary education major and, during my last semester, was assigned to student teach at a school down the road from my house. A week before school started, I got a call from my college saying the teacher I was assigned to teach with was no longer at that school so I was assigned to teach at a completely different school with another teacher.
At this new assigned school, I met my wife-to-be, Tracy. She was a first grade teacher there and we fell in love pretty quickly and wed less than one year later.
It has been ten years since we met through this chance encounter and I often think how different my life would be if the teacher I was originally assigned to had not transferred.
Tracy and I have had a wonderful 10 years together. We have lived and taught in Europe, have 2 beautiful daughters and basically have great lives because of someone else’s decision. I feel that we were met to be together – she is my soulmate – and am so fortunate to have met her!
the hatchback transporter
Nov 18
1986. A hot July night in Memphis. A group of friends, driving nowhere in particular on my 18th birthday. Two cars. I was in Bobby’s, along with John.
We had cut our girlfriends loose after the party. It was time to be guys. Drinking. Mailbox baseball.
John and I sat in the back, hatch up, as Bobby slowly rolled down the back streets. We had a fire extinguisher filled with water, and we were look for dry, unsuspecting pedestrians.
We found one. He was alone. Probably 40 or so. Bobby killed the lights and we rolled up alongside the poor guy, unleashing a long, steady stream of surprise, soaking him head to toe.
Bobby floored it as we watched our victim bend down and make a throwing motion. Within a few seconds, our car was rolling over and over.
As it turns out, that man had thrown a brick at our car, striking Bobby in the head. He hit a telephone pole guide wire, which upended our compact, sending that hatchback down on our heads again and again as we continued to roll.
The silence.
The gasp for air. I awoke to find John walking around aimlessly, bleeding from the head. My leg was cut to the bone, and I could feel a steady flow of blood running from my temple down my face.
We had to drag Bobby from under the upside down car.
John ran into the night, concussed. Bobby and I waited for the ambulance, and were taken to the ER for our injuries.
My plan that summer was to finish out my senior year of high school, living with my sisters, since my father had taken a new job in DC.
But, that accident changed everything.
I was yanked out of Memphis before my injuries could heal, put in a boarding school in Maryland, left to redesign my life from scratch.
I wandered, in all directions, looking for anyone, anything, that could make me feel complete again. It was nearly 20 years of empty relationships, failed friendships, fueled by empty promises and too much faith in others. The kind of faith I had in my friends, my girlfriend, back in Memphis. 18, Baltimore. 21. 24. New York. 27. 30. 32. 34. 35 . . . and then, 37.
I had started a new job in downtown DC. An association. I wasn’t a week in when my boss said, “We’re going to meet with a couple of others about getting a book published. Don’t let them dump it on you.”
As it turns out, my partner on the project, Dorris, later suggested that she had been told by her supervisor to get me to handle it.
We completed the project.
Months later, when she submitted her resignation, I decided I would ask her out despite my being 13 years older. She said yes, and four years later, when I asked her to marry me, she said yes again.
I think back to that accident. Was it one?
Never Say Never
Nov 17
Pete and I met when he was 25 and I was 17; 33 years ago. I thought he was just THE cutest guy ever and I very badly wanted to date him, love him and marry him. The 70′s being what they were, a time of free love and expression, we hung out alot, (I basically followed him around), had a lot of fun together, but we never dated. So I moved out of town and started living my life… Periodically I would go back home and see Pete were he worked and on one particular visit, he waved his hand at me and shouted, “look I got married”. I was devastated! I thought for sure we were supposed to be together!? Many years later I moved back to my home town and was re-acquainted w/ Pete, met his wife, liked her very much and we were all quite friendly. On occasion I would house and dog sit for them, his wife and I had lunch together, went to the gym, etc… We were friends. Then I got ill and had to go away for 3 months; when I returned home, Alice was very ill and within 6 weeks passed away. After a time Pete and I started dated, this past September we celebrated 10 years together. We are amazingly happy, and we know Alice would approve. Never, say never.
I heart AZ
Nov 13
10 months in Phoenix. 32 years, 2 months in Colorado. Of all the places and all of the times he could have been in Phoenix, on tour with his band, out of money and friends with someone I knew it had to be smack dab in the middle of that 10 month period in AZ.
Our first attempt at marriage occurred after a long night of driving from Phoenix to Las Vegas after having known eachother 4 weeks. We filled out the marriage license applications and chickened out. We got back to Phoenix with about 5 hours to spare before his flight back to Denver left.
8 years later we live in a nice house that we own, have a gorgeous daughter and incredible family. I’ve only lived outside the state of Colorado for 10 months out of the 399 months I’ve been alive and that’s when he showed up. My husband.
