How I Met My Husband (for mi
& anyone else who is interested):
The year was 1996, I believe, and I had just fumbled my way from three traumatizing years of living in Los Angeles to this new apartment with strangers in San Francisco. I will not get into all the details here of what it feels like to be 21 and suddenly living in San Francisco, knowing next to no one and feeling so *alive* every day and feeling ready to explore and engage and partake in anything you can get your hands on. Because that is not how I met my husband, but remembering this time makes me remember my emotions, so I digress. Anyhoo...
So, my new apartment came complete with a crazy landlady and her seemingly sane part-time assistant, who was forever writing letters on her behalf and helping us tenants breathe through her insanity (which included things like rummaging through the trash and berating us for not recycling, which, did we not remember?, is actually part of the lease). The landlord stayed, but the assistant quickly left, leaving behind a trail of letters with his signature that went in our "Lease" file and remained there for the five years I spent at the apartment. Once or twice during those five years, crazy landlord lady would say, out of the blue "Oh, you need to meet R. I just know you would like him." But she is crazy, and I have a boyfriend, so I ignore such comments. So cut to five years later- I'm 26 and suddenly laid off from my dot-com job, and have moved out of said apartment and crazy landlord lady thinks I should come work for her- part-time. under the table. a little extra pocket money that I really need. I agree.
R., as it turns out, is still in her fold, on occassion. Now he does little construction jobs for her, on the side. I am managing said jobs, or rather managing her insanity about said jobs, when his name comes up. He has been hired to do one of her insane jobs, like get a 25-foot pole off a roof there is no access to, or something. So he is out doing one of these bizarre tasks, and he calls the office, and we talk, all about work. But as soon as I heard his voice, I just had a feeling that he was going to be important to me. I recall thinking that I needed to look cute the next day, as he was coming to the office to do something, but unfortunately, a bottle of body oil leaked in my bag and got on my brush and I ended up with this weird oily hair that was really wrong and bad the first time he came to the door. He looked nothing like I imagined he would, but my heart leapt at the sight of him. It was- and I recognize how cliched this is, but apparently I have become Ms. Cliche- love at first sight for me. That day, he did work around the office, while my heart thumped around wildly. He came back the next day, and I was determined to ask him out, something I was not exactly a pro at. But I really wanted to, and just couldn't (my sympathy to all the boys out there who must take such risks. it SUCKS!), so off he went. That night, I was doing my regular search through Craigslist Missed Connections
, when an ad caught my eye. It didn't say anything that would indicate that it could only be our situation, but I just knew that he had written it (I have it printed out somewhere, but it basically just said all sorts of flattering things about me that you, dear readers, already know). I was dropping something off at his house the next day, and after reading it, knew I had to ask him out! Nobody believed he had written it when I read it to them, and all my friends thought I should behave more cautiously- after all, who knew if he had a girlfriend? was gay? etc.? So the next day comes, I drop by his house, and again cannot work up the nerve to ask him out (could this be why women have the babies? because men must go through this trauma of asking someone out? i am not a shy lady, and am pretty good at getting what i want, but 3 years later, remembering how awkward i felt is still pretty horrible). Anyway, HE finally asks ME out, to which i respond "How about tonight?", but he has previous plans. I will not bore you with the dating story- how we knew it was right from about date #2, and how date #4 lasted for 4 days, and how totally, totally smitten i was- but that is how we met.