My life has been and is rather unusual. I grew up in a “vanilla ice cream” household and moved on to experience a “neopolitan” life.
Through it all, I’ve kept a journal. Slowly, I have been compiling my life story into a memoir. Being a writer, I thought that I’d share snippets of my story on my blog.
My first “share” was about picking up strays, beginning with the story of how I met my husband, Bill. I thought that I’d continue that saga.
Our first date was dinner at a Chinese restaurant and drinks and dessert at an upscale restaurant nearby. Bill shocked me by saying that he had an upcoming photography shoot in Hawaii, at the posh Mauna Lani Bay Resort on Mauii, and inviting me to come along. Being the prudish, unworldly girl that I was, I declined. I didn’t know him well enough to jet off to some exotic island with him. The prospect was, though, intriguing.
On other date, he continued to pose the question. Once he stated, “All you need is a paper bag with a bikini and a toothbrush.” Right! Women are for more high maintenance.That’s not what you say to a girl raised with Catholic school guilt and virginal morals. I declined.
For a few months we were out of touch. I surmised that a worldly man like him wouldn’t want to waste his time on some prudish, backward girl.
The phone call came while Bill was at the airport, having just landed from his return trip to Cleveland from the Islands. He told me that I hadn’t missed anything my not going on the trip. It was all work and no play. Of course, he didn’t tell me how he was fixed up by a friend on a date with an ex-Miss Hawaii!
Little did I know that we would end up dating for five years.