finding romance in a bar
Goodie, goodie, goodie!
I love this week's CHBM carnival prompt.
This week they ask: "How did you met your spouse?"
Classic story! When else can I openly admit to finding love at a bar!
Seems so appropriate coming from Mom2Amara.
It's long been considered taboo to find a spouse at a local watering hole. But leave it to me to go to my favorite bar and find love! And I was lucky -- Dad2Amara is hardly the go-to-a-bar-and-drink type.
I was entering my last year of college. I never, and I repeat never, came home for break. But when the television internship I wanted was pushed to the fall, I was left looking for something during the summer months. There was nothing available in Chicago. But of course, there was one in Ohio.
Uncle2Amara was working at the station I interned at. He invited me out for drinks one June night. And lo' and behold, Dad2Amara was there. (Story is he was having a rough day because some girl rejected him! Her loss!)
I wish I could report that it was love at first sight. Or that sparks flew right away. Because nothing could be further from the truth.
Dad2Amara insulted me - several times. He mocked the church I was attending. He laughed when I said I preferred the city to the 'burbs. And I can't even remember if he bought me a drink.
To make matters worse, the following Monday morning, Dad2Amara had called the station several times before I even arrived. He was stalking me!
But I had an entire summer ahead of me so I figured what the hell! And I accepted his invitation to dinner.
We've been together nine years now. Oh, what, a ride, it has been!