TODAY THE WORDS ARE OUT OF LEFT FIELD

TODAY THE WORDS are OUT OF LEFT FIELD. Today is my husband Greg’s birthday and I thought I would share a little of how Greg and I met. First, I feel I need to give you a little background on both of us. We had both been divorced for approximately 12 years and were “comfortably single”. Only those of you who have been divorced for several years understand this phrase. It only means you have given up on finding the right companion and settled for an occasional date or relationship. My dear friend, Dee worked with Greg who was from a neighboring town, Tifton GA and I had moved to Macon, GA so we were not even living in the same town. I traveled a lot at this time so it was not a good setting for me to date regularly anyway, but I was not on the outside an unhappy person. I am setting the stage for the most unlikely event. Dee kept talking about this guy she was working with with catchy statements like, “he is perfect for you, good looking, nice, funny, tall, etc.” Every time we talked on the phone it was Greg this and Greg that and I asked her why don’t you go out with him trying to get her to hush about him. She would come back with, “No because he is perfect for you.” “Does he smoke (which he did at the time?” “Yes” and my reply was “I don’t need someone who smokes.” “How old is he?” “Not sure, but he looks around your age” (but he was younger).  “No, don’t need to raise another one” (reflecting the last husband I had) and this went on for at least two or three months so I finally thought she is never going to leave this alone. I decided to go to see her, take her to lunch and MEET Greg to satisfy her and say I wasn’t interested. The funny part is Greg was getting the same deal from her and he had come to the same conclusion…..this woman wasn’t letting go of us meeting, so he agreed. There is so much more to this story than I have time in the blog but I will get to the moment Greg walked out of his office and let me tell any of you who say there is no such thing as love at first sight wasn’t in my shoes or Greg’s. Dee got overlooked and we started talking to each other as if we had known each other forever. Yes, we had to go through the dating time, adjustment time (which we both thought, oh no, I am not sure if this is the right thing for me since we had been single so long; will I get hurt, yada, yada, yada) but I am happy to say on my “younger, no longer smoking, great looking, wonderful husband’s birthday” thank God that Dee was a better salesperson than me or Greg, and I have the bill of goods to show for our love. Happy Birthday Greg, My Sweetheart who was and still is Mr. Right!