I just hung up the phone. My husband, at the time my new date, had just invited me to the Polo Match. I looked at my best friend from High School, who had swollen eyes from crying, and told her about my invitation.
She didn't want me to go. She needed me, like she always needed me to do something for her. I was tired of that, and worn out by her crises, demands and ultimatums. I had to choose right then and there...stay, and hold my friend's hand, like I always did, or go off to the Polo Match with this new, very interesting and charming man.
I knew my decision would be the demise of our friendship. I called him back on the phone and said, "Yes, I'll go to the Polo Match."
My husband and I talk about this moment every Valentine's Day. He had been pursuing me for a bit, and I wasn't really playing hard to get on purpose, but was just in a strange place in my life.
I was tired from school and work beating me down. I went to school full-time, and worked full-time to pay for it, and those bottom of the totem pole jobs after 4 years made me tough and cynical. I had dealt with sexually harassing managers and back stabbing co-workers. I was limping with tendinitis from too much ballet as a dance major, my car was broken down, and there was no way I was going to be able to produce improvised movement that represented a "tiger that wants to be a tree, that wants to be a tiger" for my modern dance professor. It just wasn't in me.
I was different from everyone around me, I thought differently, I acted differently, and I had nothing in common with anyone near me, not even my best friend.
Except this new, interesting and charming man, who was like a breath of fresh air. So wise, so calming and soothing to talk to, and he seemed to think the same way I did.
I didn't know that he was growing tired of chasing me, and that if I said no to the Polo Match, he was just going to move on. There were other dates he could take.
That was our make or break moment.
So here we are going on 20 years together, and tonight at dinner, we'll bring up this story.
~Courtney
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14 comments:
20 years together? Why did I always think you were my age for some reason? How can you have been with someone for 20 years? Wow!
Funny Lexie. I met my husband at 22, and I'll turn 42 this year...I know, it's weird to think about!
No make or break.... just 12 years of star-crossed love (not as dramatic as Romeo and Juliet, but stilll.....) And now, 21.5 married years later, still going strong! :)
Glad you said yes to your man and no to your friend. :)
Great story. Funny how life works sometimes. Enjoy your dinner!
I loved your reading your story! Thank goodness you took that date and found your prince charming. :)
That is sweet. Yes, at times we have to set our priorities
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What a sweet post in time for Valentine's Day! My husband and I were high school sweethearts, now married for 5 years, together for 13! Crazy to think about since I'm only 29! Hope you had a lovely dinner together.
Wonderful story, hope you enjoyed your night!
That's a great story, Court. I think I knew most of it, except for the part about it being his last attempt at pursuing you. I remember visiting you and you pointed him out to me at the restaurant as this guy that was kind of chasing you. Can't believe that was 20 years ago!!
What a great love story! Isn't it funny how we have these make or break moments that we don't even realize the significance of until much later?
Thanks everyone! Yes, I think there is timing and luck quite a bit in life.
I love that story. It is funny how small decisions can make a big impact on the rest of our life!
What a lovely story. I'm a bit envious, I'll have to admit :). Twenty years is no joke! I must be lacking whatever it is you have...
You inspire me, nonetheless... :) Here's more years to you and your hubby.
Great love story you got here! God bless you both and congratulations. :)
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