Blind Date

I think we can all agree that those hours leading up to the meeting time are some of the most anxiety-driven, psyche-wracking, negative thought-provoking moments of our short 20something lives.
I met my husband 43 years ago, on a blind date. Needless to say, it was successful. Over the years, I've noticed as friends compared stories about their nuptials, how many of them met on blind dates. I started to think about what made these blind dates work out so well. What did they all have in common?
And so began a bimonthly salon of sorts at Bistro Provence. I would not describe my date as impressed, confused is more like
In the Bronze Age, before Twitter and speed dating and online match-ups, men and women met each other one of two ways: at church, or via the newspaper classifieds.
Now that you are divorced or otherwise single, what are you looking for? You've probably been asked that question, or a variation of it, many times, and it's not always easy to pin down an answer.
When I first explained how we met to friends and family, I felt as if I needed to justify it. I'd say something like, "Well, my roommate tried it out and it seemed to work for him."
In exchange for sending a picture of myself, I got a picture of him. There he was, young Bruce Willis wearing a baseball
On the afternoon of May 19, 2002, nine years after our fateful first date, eight years after Michael's prostate cancer surgery, seven years after Ruby's traumatic brain injury, six years after my mother died, Michael and I married in front of over two hundred of our family and friends.