Today marks 14 years since Rob and I went on our very first date. I was 18 and he was 20 and it was a blind date set up by friends. We crammed in one car with 2 other couples, drove an hour to this "great" steak place out in the middle of nowhere. So far out in the middle of nowhere that the concept of Air Conditioning had yet to make it there. South Georgia in the middle of July in a crowded restaurant with NO AC is insanely hot!
And since I spent most of my day rushing around searching for "the" perfect outfit (how times change, now I just look for something that A) fits, B) has no stains and C) is comfortable), I was starving! The girl sitting next to me eats three or four bites of her shrimp, and lest I be branded a pig, I also claim I am full (stupid, cowardly teenager that I was). And watch in hungry jealousy as the boys continue to eat with gusto!
As we are leaving, we are almost accosted by some drunk rednecks who are in search of a good Saturday Night Brawl! I won't ever forget the look on Rob's face as he hands me his glasses, just in case.
Can you believe that we even went on a second date? Alas, the other couples are long since broken up, but here we are 14 years later (9 of them married), two beautiful (and one of them atrocious) children and a mortgage later. Love ya, babe. In all ways and always. (Ain't that sappy!)