He picked me up in a bar after he stalked me for a year and a half.
That always elicits laughs, although really it's the truth.
Around the middle of 2000, I had sufficiently recovered from enough of the emotional trauma of my previous marriage to start thinking about venturing out in public.
I confabbed with one of my single friends from chorus, and we decided (we're brilliant that way) that we should go places where we could meet people who shared our same interests/passions. Music was pretty much my world (other than kids and work, of course), so it seemed logical that we would end up ...
IN A KARAOKE BAR!
Yep. Karen and I started hanging out first at El Torito, which had a pretty good songlist, and eventually a different local Mexican restaurant that turned total karaoke bar on Friday and Saturday nights.
It was scary, of course. We started out hiding in the back of the room at a dark table, but we sing pretty well and got a bit of a reputation for quality. As regulars, we migrated eventually to sitting at the bar, which was where we were THAT NIGHT.
The door to the bar opened, and in walked a man. Pretty good looking, but I was not all that aware ... except ... um ... hey, he's walking across the dance floor directly toward me. And ...uh... WHOA, he's walking right up to me! And HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, he opened his mouth and spoke directly to me:
"Don't you sing with Pretty Decent Women's Chorus?"
"Oh, I sing with Pretty Decent Men's Chorus."
He DID look a little familiar after all. So he sat down next to me, and we talked each other's ears off. He sang "I Believe in You" (a Don Williams country song) and on one of the choruses, he dropped his voice an octave into basso profundo range, and I nearly melted off my barstool. I sang "Looking Through Your Eyes," a song by Leanne Rimes, and he grinned at me like a schoolboy.
So... he really did pick me up in a bar.
(Wait! You said he stalked you for a year and a half!)
And so he did.
Because of the close relationship between our two choruses (many husband-wife combinations, including my director and her husband), he had been around places where I had been, including a chorus party where he saw me walking to my car with my two littlest ducklings (Z-man and Roo-girl) following close behind.
"Who's that?" he asked his friend.
"Don't go there," he was told.
And that was really the best advice ever. I was pretty raw then, and scared (and scarred), and probably would have run for the hills. And there would have gone any chance of the happy world I live in today.
So he waited. And he watched. And he waited. And he watched. And he waited some more.
And then he walked into that bar.
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It has been fun getting to meet you all. I'm off to read everyone's stories now! Next week, Willowtree from A Dingo's Got My Barbie (love that name) will be hosting. So go check him out and see what fun he will have in store for us next Monday.