Life is a box of chocolates?

Brian gave me a box of chocolates, told me that he wanted to do something different this year. Last year he gave me flowers for Valentines Day, again he wanted to be spontaneous. I found out 4 weeks later that he cheated on me. Spontaneous with my husband doesn't sit well with me.

We meet in person on December 5th. We told each other that we were not going to get Christmas gifts for each other because we just met and all. So, I went and got him a big dog golfing sweatshirt and he got me rollerblades.. interesting. His birthday was in January and I wanted to get him something nice. I went to the antique store in the area, and found a liqour decantor with a golf image etched into the glass with 4 glasses that had the same matching emblem. Cuz I am nice like that. Neither one of us got each other anything that first Valentine's since our love was so alive and wonderful and the sex was great, that we did not have to affirm our feelings with cupid and waiting at a resturant for 4 hours for a table, so I made him dinner, Chicken and broccoli alfredo... silly thoughts I supposed but I truely belived that I met the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

He took me camping for the first time, at an RV park. It was interesting and throughout the years we had grown to love the place. Once we went camping in the cuyamaca's with Bryant's boy scout troop.. I could not see my hand in front of my face when I went to sleep, the only reason why I went to sleep was so I would not feeling the knife in my back when Jason came to kill me. I did not go to the bathroom till the sun rose.

We went rollerblading, another first for me, he wore a fanny pack. We didn't go again till he got rid of the fanny pack.

He took me to Vegas, and it was the best time of my life. My first martini, my first win on the roulette table, my first experience of him driving over 90 miles an hour.

On one of our first dates he took me to the top of the Hyatt hotel in Seaport Village and it overlooked Downtown San Diego and the boats in the harbor. The view was magnificent, but I could not wait to get back in the car so he could kiss me. Yes, my eyebrow had grown back by then.

Starbucks was our place to hang out and talk, so much so that every time I walk into a starbucks I can smell his cologne. Trust me, they definately need to close more starbucks so I can stop thinking about him.

He turned me on to Microwave popcorn, since I was poor and did not have a microwave, popcorn was not in my house. Whenever I was over at the house we would have popcorn. He told me years later that he never ate the stuff, it just sat in his cupboard for when his daughter would come to visit.

I had my first Hooter's wing with him. I will never forget that night, and yes that is a whole new post that I might never share here.

Thats all for now...

1 comment:

  1. I actually just read this post twice. It was quite captivating!

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