I put this behind the cut, because some of you may have heard this before. This is a true story, if you don't believe me, I'll find a way to get my husband to testify.
A little history, to put this into perspective. Todd (current husband and the man who will be my husband until death do us part) was originally my exhusband's best friend in High School. Todd's family moved to Vegas in Todd's senior year, when I met my ex. We shall refer to ex as "Dick" because it fits.
Well, I met Todd when Dick decided that he should move into our tiny apartment with us, without asking how I felt about this. Luckily, Todd and I became friends, otherwise, I would have killed him. Todd fell in love with me. But, Todd is a decent man and did nothing.
I divorced Dick, for reasons that aren't important. I think I've given enough hints in this journal that we all know, Dick was a dick.
Todd and I lost touch, but he never stopped being in love with me. Later, he explained that he knew after Dick he needed to give me some time. He didn't want to risk being the "Rebound" relationship. So, we lost touch for several years, then he called me one day, having tracked down my number from my folks. We talked via the phone for quite a bit, then I decided that I was an adult, I had a credit card, I should visit him.
So, I flew to Vegas where he was living. And, we decided to go on our first "official date." Todd got a big chunk of money. We dressed up to the nines. I was wearing a short, black skirt, fishnet stockings, and this white crinkly material top, that had a giant snow leopard on it, that was partially painted out with metalic paint and had big jeweled eyes. I wore heels. I wore makeup. I have to admit, I was looking totally hot. He wore a nice pair of pants and a nice shirt.
We went to this really wonderful restaurant, who's name escapes me, but it was at the top of this tower. We had a very nice, very expensive meal. All was wonderful.
After the meal, we decided to take a walk around the strip. It was a hot night. At this point, I decided that as sexy as heels were, I hated them, so I took them off and was walking around in my stockings.
Now, I should tell you something about Todd, he's shy. I mean, he's not shy once he knows you, and he can come across as outgoing, because he will say "Hello" to strangers, often in a bright, happy, voice. But when it comes to situations that deliberately call attention to him, it mortifies him. He's 6'7", and get singled out enough, because of that. He'd prefer to pass through life unnoticed.
So, we're walking down the street. And people are already looking at us, probably because he's so tall, and looked sharp. Me? Because I had a head full of flaming red hair and I was dressed really sharp.
Then, something came over me. It wasn't alcohol, it wasn't drugs, I had taken nothing, drank nothing but diet pepsi. Maybe I was tired, I don't know... just something came over me.
So, I looked at Todd, and said, "So, that's the way it's going to be, huh?"
He gives me this look of total shock. "huh?"
My voice starts rising, like I'm pissed. "So, what you're telling me, is that you're not going to leave your wife for me, huh? All those months you lied to me, you're not leaving her, huh?"
He's just staring at me. Meanwhile, people on the streets are starting to stare at us. This one old couple just stops in their tracks to watch.
I'm on a roll now, and yelling. "Well, let me tell you something, mister. I am keeping the condo. I am keeping the car. I'm keeping the boat, the fur coat and I'll tell you something else too... I am not getting an abortion!"
Then, I stormed off angrily, in my stocking feet, into one of the many casinos. While several people were cheering and the old man was going, "You tell him, honey!" And everyone was staring at Todd as if he were the biggest hunk of spooge that ever lived.
Despite of all of this, he still loved me and still married me.
I think it was at that moment, I started to realize this was not an infatuation on his part, but real, true, love. I'm just glad I wised up enough to return it.