And So We Meet...

Ah, Saturday morning. While most people look forward to the weekends, I often dread it. Everyone is home, stuff still needs to be done around the house and my husband either manages to disappear (he's currently at the gym) or plants his ass on the couch and watch whatever sport is currently on (it's the ACC tournament this weekend I've been informed). So me and the kiddos usually hit the park or whatever else we can manage to find while Bruce Wayne stays in the Batcave.
This month marks 10 years that Jimmy and I have been together. Ten years. Ten of the damn longest years of my life. I mean we've only been married almost six (yes, I was totally pregnant when we got married), but we've been together a total of 10.
Ten years ago this month I met the man I would marry, have three kids with and seriously contemplate murdering on a weekly basis. It has been a hell of a ride.
So I figured I'd share how I first met Jimmy. It's not a great story but it's ours.
I use to sell temporary labor and was asked to come by the company Jimmy worked for at the time. Something I didn't know - Jimmy's co-worker had seen me before and was trying to set me up with Jimmy. For once in my life, I got somewhere early and gave my pitch and went to leave. Chris told me to wait for Jimmy to come back since he's the one I'd be directly dealing with. Not a problem. So I sat and waited and waited and waited. And then the door flew open and in walked this really tall handsome man. I remember watching him having to duck his head as he walked through the doorway. I was at a loss for words for once in my life. For he looked nothing like I imagined and I have it bad for tall men. As awful as I make my husband sound, he is a good looking man. And I gawked at him the first time I ever met him. And then he opened his mouth and introduced himself and out came the most charming southern accent that you ever did hear.
That pretty much awoke me from my shock. I asked him where the hell was he from to sound so...hick. He laughed and told me North Carolina. And then he told me that I didn't look at all Vietnamese. And that's when I knew that I had been set up...but was strangely okay with it.
We chatted and made plans to go to dinner to discuss business (yeah right!) and even exchanged phone numbers. He was so charming and has such an aw shucks manner that I was just enchanted. It would be probably three weeks before we went on our first official date and two weeks after that that I knew he was "the one" - but man, I just remember how shaking his hand was such a thrill. The man was hot.
Did I mention I was dating some schmuck at the time? Eh, I didn't care either.
So that's it. Ten years, three kids, countless of fights and memories as well as some laughter. That charming southern accent tends to grate on my nerves at times now - especially since my daughter has picked it up. He's still a good looking man - at least that hasn't changed. Oh and he's still tall and has all his hair.
He's also currently back from the gym and has planted his ass on the couch for the rest of the day. Taking the kids to the park now.