In fall of 1992, I returned to Dover, DE after spending the summer in Miami, FL. While I was there, I went through the category 5 hurricane, Andrew. I lost my job, and decided to move back to Delaware. I got my job back at Denny’s. While working there, I met this tall, blue eyed guy, named David.
I found out that he had just gotten out of the navy, and his last base had been Key West. I spent as much time talking to him as I could, I once spent my entire half hour break standing there, talking to him.
I liked him. He made me laugh, and he had interesting stories. He also reminded me of “home” (Miami). I grew up in Miami, but had decided to move to Delaware in 1990 because I had a stalker.
For three months, I unconsciously flirted with him. I found out he was single. Anyway, one night in January, I was getting ready to leave work. He was sitting at the counter. I knew he was off the next night, and so was I. So I walked up to him, and asked him what he was doing the following night. He said, Nothing. So I asked him if he wanted to see a movie with me. He was silent for a moment, and I started to panic, thinking he’d say no. He shocked both of us when he said yes!
Our first, and second dates were disasters. But he stuck around. It was January and we were supposed to go see Aladdin. But the weather was nasty so he rented Innerspace, and we ordered pizza. My stupid male roommate had an accident in his girlfriend’s car. He wanted me to get her from work and take her to the ER. David decided to go with us. We cancelled the pizza, and picked her up. We sat there for a few hours, then left when we found out he was ok. David and I went to Little Caesar’s and got pizza. When they asked for a name, I realized I didn’t know his. When he said, Dillow, my first thought was that it’s a weird name, but I’d have to get used to it. I somehow knew on our first date that I’d marry him. He never went home that night.He proposed to me in August. Over the phone after a discussion about what it meant to be engaged.
Several years later, I read an article about keeping the romance in a relationship. It said to recreate your first date. I said, Sure…lets put Russell in the hospital. Lol Russell was a jerk and did his best to break us up. I still can’t believe that was almost 23 years ago. It doesn’t seem possible. I am blessed. He’s an awesome man.
The funny thing is that I’m really shy and introverted. So me asking him out, was very out of character for me. We’ve been married almost 22 years now. I loved the cake topper. It’s of a taller guy bending down to kiss the bride.
This was in 2013.
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