So my first blog started out with my firstborn son but I should back up a bit. Where did this child come from anyway???
Let’s see. I had been living with a boyfriend for about a year. My father had never stepped foot into our apartment not once for that entire year because he did not approve. Then one day Don and I had an awful fight. My dad was there in a heartbeat. I pretty much left all my belongings in the apartment except my clothes and moved out. I moved back to my parents home. I had been out since I was 17. I was now 20.
The next couple of weeks were a whirlwind. I started seeing, “Nick the Greek”. He was much older then me and knew how to treat a girl taking me to nice restaurants and even a trip down to Ocean City Maryland. However, I was still down and depressed because although I was having fun with Nick I knew it wouldn’t last. So one night my friend Maria calls me and invites me to celebrate her 21st birthday at, “The Jetty” in Bloomfield. They were going to see a show. A male strip show. Honestly, I was not interested. I was never into going to clubs so much as a show like that. But it was an important birthday and she was my friend so she convinced me to go. I was still underage but I got in.
So what did I do when I got there? DRANK HEAVILY! I was wasted. Not falling down drunk. I never got wasted to the point where I didn’t know what I was doing all together and I was an experienced partier anyway.
So after the show we went into the bar area which was open to everyone, men and women. I guess a great idea. The men could all hook up with the horny women coming from the show. So I sat down, ordered a drink and then saw the owner of The Jetty’s son who I went to school with. I went to say, “Hello”! When I got back to my seat, there was this muscular looking Italian guy wearing a Guinea T sitting in the seat next to me. So I remember saying to him, “Are you a stripper?” to which he replied, “No!” I then went on to say. “Well you should be!!!” LOL! We then started talking. He had just gotten off work and was suppose to meet a co-worker. Also turns out he was working for a company that my grandfather had lent money to the owners and we knew alot of the same people. Next thing I know he said, “Can I kiss you?” I was like, “Sure!” And we started kissing. Now my friends were looking over at me like, Who the hell is Dana kissing?
A little later my now husband offered to take me to breakfast because he knew I was in no condition to drive. In lieu, of his offer I boldly said, “How about if we go back to your place?” I think he was pretty shocked but he did not refuse the offer. The next morning I woke up next to him and had these random thoughts:
1) I think his name is Anthony.
2) Damn he has a great body!
3) My parents are going to kill me moving back home and not coming home all night.
In any event, he dropped me off back at my car, asked for my number, and we spoke the next evening. The night after that we got together and were together every night after. He told me he loved me the first week. We were engaged 4 months later. Bought a house together after being together 10 months. Lived together for a year and a half before getting married and have now been married for 20 plus years. We would have been married sooner but my parents persuaded us to wait a bit longer.
In the end there are two things I always like to say to my husband now:
1) Damn, I must have been good that first night! 🙂
2) This is really like a blonde joke. A blonde attempts to do a one night stand and here she is still married to him 20 years later.
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