Back In The Day

We ran into a fellow football player of hubby's this weekend at our college homecoming, and you know how there's that initial recognition factor you have when you see someone you know you know but you're not sure what the connection is.

Well, when I figured out how I knew this one guy, leave it to me to blurt out, "Oh yeah! I know who you are! Remember, I left my earrings and watch in your room!"

He looked over at hubby for a minute, who was immersed in a conversation with another guy he played football with, so to ease the tension, I blurt out, "Oh, don't worry about it! He knows we fooled around!"

Blurt. Blurt. Blurt. Open mouth, whatever comes out, comes out.

Flashback to February 1990: It was the weekend after I had met hubby, and hey, he hadn't called me, and I was not one to be all depressed sitting around waiting for the phone to ring for a guy I had just met the weekend previously.
(I can assure you right this moment that S and S, my college roomies and readers of this blog, are yelling BULLSHIT at the computer screen. They had to live through real-life Manic Depression!).

Anyway, we girls went out to "Scamnesia" (Amnesia was really the name of the bar, but who the hell could remember?!), and I hooked up with this guy and we were dancing and he even tried to get away from me, accusing me of dating hubby, and scared to be with me because he thought hubby and I were 'official.' I was like, "No way, he didn't call me."

So, that's how I ended up at this guy's place the week after I met hubby. But at the time there were no discussions, no promises that hubby had his sights set on me. Hell, he didn't even call me. I was a free agent.

So, really, technically, this guy was the last guy I ever, um... kissed as a single woman. Unless you really think it's fair to consider anything that happens in Daytona during Spring Break legitimate?

Later, in the stands during the game, I said to hubby, "Did you hear what I said to Dave?"

"No."

"I reminded him that I left my earrings and watch at his place!"

"Ha, did you really say that?"

"Yeah."

The cool thing about hubby is he's just so cool. He puts up with me and my shit. And laughs at all the stupid things I do. We had so much fun at the game. It's awesome to go back to the place where you first fell in love, to remember what it was like when the only thing you had to worry about was whether you felt like ditching a class to go to the bar instead.

We ran into some other guys we knew too, and when they asked what we've been up to, hubby answered, "She's still a whore."

And we all cracked up.

Now, you might think, "Oh my God, how completely disrespectful of him to say that." But this is how we are with one another - we constantly joke and play around, and he'll call me that, but believe me, I call him much worse, and we just have fun with it and know we love each other incredibly, and know that when the kids are out of the house, we're still going to have fun with each other, and if he's lucky, I'll still be his whore.