It’s Writing Wednesday, and today’s prompt is to write about meeting your husband, significant other.
I spent yesterday at the hospital while my son had a procedure. The day conjured up memories of when his dad was ill and in the hospital. Not memories I want to dwell on. So why not go all the way back to when it began? When we met.
IN THE BEGINNING
We were both students at Murray State College. He was in his second year and I just started. My family had moved back to Oklahoma a few weeks earlier. For that and a variety of other reasons I stayed at the college most weekend. He went home unless he was working.
The first time I saw him was a Friday afternoon. I Peered over the partition separating the line of waiting students from those seated and eating, I looked for friends to join.
“No one here.” I glanced to see the owner of the deep timber voice and smiled at what I saw.
“Nope.” Just us two, I agreed.
We proceeded to get our food and join our respective friends, who were actually in the cafeteria.
A few days later I saw him again. Once more in the cafeteria. This time he was in the kitchen putting things away. When he saw me he grinned and began acting goofy. I laughed at his antics.
“Anybody know that cute guy working in the kitchen?” I asked when I joined my friends.
“Yeah, that’s David.” Someone said.
“Do you know him? Can you introduce us? What’s his last name?” I rattled off my questions.
“Yeah, I know him. Sure, I can introduce you. I’m not sure about his last name, it’s Bosure or something. French I think.”
A few days later she did introduce us, in a way. Several of us girls were playing with a Frisbee in the parking lot. In case you don’t know, a Frisbee is a round plastic disk that is thrown and caught, or in our case, dropped. She threw it into the open door to the boys dormitory.
All four of us went to retrieve it. Several guys were sitting in the lobby area watching television. She invited the guys to come play with us, they declined. However, she did convince them to show us their dorm rooms, as though they’d be any different from ours.
Her ploy worked and a group of us, boys and girls traipsed down the hall to check out a couple of the cleaner rooms. When we headed back to the lobby area she managed to shepherd everyone ahead of David and I so we were left alone at the back of the pack.
We stayed together that day, and for 35 years.
By the way, I later learned his last name was Beshear, and we aren’t sure if it’s French or German.
How did you meet your significant other?
Did you like him the first time you saw him?
Do you have a favorite memory from the meeting?