I’ve dated a lot of men in my life – some older, some younger and
one…well…I’m still not quite sure what in the world I was thinking
– having been raised strictly with a traditional sense of gender
parity, except when it came to socializing with the opposite sex.
Herein, my twin brother became my constant companion and the one
(and only) time I was "formally" asked out to go anywhere, with another
boy, other than my brother, was when my brother’s friend (Michael)
escorted me to my high school senior prom.
Only after I had refused my brother’s other friend, Woody.
Yes – you see where this is going, don’t you? – it’s tough to be a
diva, especially when one’s popularity depended upon the generosity of
those who one feels no more than…well, one would for her own
brother…ew!
No offense.
But, I’ve broken many hearts – you see, my brother had A LOT of
friends – and only after I was finally able to seriously date, sort of
(I was perhaps the only 24-year-old, in the world, with a curfew) I
quickly lost all sense of time and self-worth.
Long story short (I know, too late) when it came to falling in love, I was an absolute DORK!
Finally, after having made some really bad decisions and having my
heart broken – not to mention, being publicly humiliated – for the last
time (very badly) I’d given up on ever finding someone, anyone who
would ever be happy, or I could make love me, just by being, you know,
me.
Put away the Kleenex – the sob story ends here – suffice it to say,
that accepting an invitation to dinner and a movie, from my friend’s
brother (because, I am such a dating diva!) meeting my husband, with
him shaking my hand and looking even more nervous, than I…well, he
was a breath of fresh air.
Two months later, we were engaged (I wasn’t going to let this one
go) and three years later, we got pregnant, moved into This Full House
of, well…not so much, yet and the rest…um, it wasn’t always
easy…but, simply being with someone, who happens to love you, even at
your dorkiest, well, it rocks my inner-diva!
Until.
"I got you something!"
I was hot, bothered and sweaty with anticipation!
[blank stare]
Having…just…finished…mowing…the…lawn…wouldn’t you?!?!
"What?"
He reached into his…HOME DEPOT…sack and whipped out the pinkest clothes line…that I’ve ever seen!
It matched the the sweet (but, quite prickly) pink tea roses,
climbing along the lattice that runs along side my three daughters’
bedroom window, that will fill out nicely, by the time my oldest will
be allowed to date…with her little brother in tow – I’m just sayin’!
Thanks, sweetie – it’s the simple little things that make me happy
and love you, even more – who says a tired-old-wigged out mommyblogger,
like me, can’t have a hot pink clothes line, indeed!
[flips hair and puckers lips]
Because, I am SUCH a diva!