Six Years Ago: The woman who changed my life
Six years ago, as I was driving my red-rusted Mustang to work never did it dawn on me that I might meet someone who would change my life. Now, I am not talking about someone who just changes a certain aspect of your life or even someone who points you down a career path. I mean someone who literally changed me as a person. Who could be such a person you may ask. Well my person was a woman, and not just any good-looking woman let me tell you this woman was drop dead gorgeous, and had a smile that would stop a train. This woman happens to be my wife. My wife and I have made a lot of memories together but the six months before we married where the most memorable.
Our first encounter was while I was stocking a shelf at the local grocery store. I had just finished unpacking and placing the last can of green giant. As I looked around for my next brown box of goods, I noticed this exquisite creature at the end of my isle. She had nice long legs, tight denim jeans, and chocolate brown hair. She had perfect form as she reached down to pick up a can of Campbell?s soup. I managed to look away and continue to work almost cutting myself while opening the next cardboard box. I tried so hard to keep busy that I missed her leaving the isle. I immediately dropped my box and went searching only to find that my friend had found an interest in her as well. I immediately starting whacking on the nearest thing resembling a box, whishing my friend would move so that I could see better. She walked right past me that day, toying with me, and I noticed the sweet smell of Patchouli.
It took several encounters like that to strike up enough nerve to speak with her. Everytime I smelled Patchouli I got excited, my hands would sweat, my feet wouldn?t move, and my heart beat so loud that I was afraid she could here it. In fact, once I did get to speak with her it seamed as if she was totally disinterested in me. So I did what any self-respecting man would do, I shaved, bought new clothes, and traded in my rust-bucket for a shiny new Dodge Neon. Thinking that the new look would cause her to notice me. Some of my friends would ask me why I made such a dramatic change. I just shrugged at their remarks and told them that I just ran into some money and wanted to look the part. The transformation took about a month and buy the end of it I was six thousand dollars in debt and she still acted as though I didn?t exist. She would talk to me while I put her groceries in her car but beyond that I was like any other guy in the county.
It was no big secret that every man within 10 miles knew her by name and wanted to spend some time with her. She has an intoxicating smile and a laugh that just made everything seem all right. My friends had her all to themselves, but little did we know that she had a crush on me. The flirting was so subtle that I mistook it for hostility at first and then just thought she was snobby.
Over time, we became friends, hung out together, and even went on friendly dates. Everything was going according to plan until she had to start dating Mike Coolihan, a ruthless, perverted, son of a bitch that I despised. Still somehow, he had gotten his grubby hands on my girl, what was I to do? Well, I come up with a plan that was ingenious. I invited her to dinner and brought my cousin along with me, we ate at a very fancy restaurant and I made her pay for the meal with the reason that I could only buy her dinner if we where dating. Later that night I took her to a blockbuster movie, again making her pay. I did not even let her sit beside me when she wanted to. She had to bribe my cousin into moving so she could sit near me, it was priceless. However, as with all evil plans it failed miserably. She took me seriously and only thought we were friends. I continued to allow her to believe we were just friends in order to stay closer to her. By the time that she invited me to her birthday party I had just had enough and told her that I was leaving the state to visit my mother. I did leave the state and even tried to look at other women but she constantly filled my thoughts. It was like she was in my head telling me to wait.
On August the 17th, I received a call from work that said Jess has been hurt at work they are taking her to the hospital. Immediately, I quit working at that moment, punched out, and went to the hospital. I stayed with her during the entire recovery process including an emergency drive to the hospital at 110 MPH. I can only describe the fear of losing her as someone pulling my heart out with a plastic fork. It was when she puked on me that everyone knew we were meant for each other. I married her 3 months after she was released from the hospital in fear that I might lose her forever. I have never regretted a single day since we were wed. When someone ask me how I got to where I am today I mention four people my mother who birthed me, my grandparents who taught me wrong from right, and my wife who made me a man.
