Vintage

Let's start with the happy beginning~ late September, 1994....jaded high school senior, who barely dated anyone up to that point (me), meets handsome and charming fellow senior at a Renaissance Faire.

What a setting for a first meeting. About the only thing the day needed was some sun...it was cold and rainy. I had arrived in a less-than-content mood, due to both the weather and the fact that my "close" friend B was in her Stuck-Up Bitch mode again. So when she squeaked out "There's my friend K!!", I thought "Oh no....I may as well go find something to do on my own", because I just knew she was going to do her normal thing and flirt like crazy in front of me with this guy, even though she had two boyfriends. And her and I never had the same interests in guys...ever.

My husband and I were married in 1985. Graduate school for both, law school for him, 3 children and 19 years go by. Everything is good. Pretty good......my husband works a zillion hours, easily 12 a day and many weekends. So I am alone much of the time. I could never get him to change.