Thursday, July 16, 2009
I met Jeff on an internet dating site. Before he came to meet me for our first date he called at the last minute and said the following:
“I just want to recap. I am 30. I am currently living with my mother. I am in a band. I have a semi-crappy day job with bad benefits. I drive a green '97 Plymouth Grand Voyager mini-van that has no hubcaps. If you would like to change your mind about this whole dinner thing, now is your chance.”
On July 16, nine months and 22 days later, I married him.
That's four ecstatic years ago today.
(In 2006, we donated the mini-van to charity.)