A few weeks back I started a post on how I met my husband. By mistake, I hit the publish button. Ah well, premature publication isn’t the worst thing, I guess. Recently, a new friend here read the first part and wanted to hear the rest of the story so here is the next part… Part 1…because the first one was the Prologue…have I confused you, yet?
This all started in How I Met My Husband – The Prologue
We left off where my step aunt who, though she was a tough old bird, loved romance magazines. When she found out that I thought her new mailman used to be my old mailman (for three weeks) was “kind of cute” there was no stopping her.
Every time Bill would deliver Aunt Polly’s mail, she would meet him at the door and call him “cutie.” I’m not sure Bill particularly appreciated that, but he liked making her happy and he didn’t object.
I thought I would amuse Aunt Polly by putting little messages to Bill on the letters that I wrote to her. It started out with “Hi cutie.” This made Polly’s day, so I continued on.
Now keep in mind that I was living in Bangor, an hour away, and I figured I was safe during these exchanges. I would never see him and this really made Polly happy, so what was the harm? I could just picture her standing by the door waiting for Bill to see what message might be on the next envelope!
After a couple of these, Polly reported back that Bill had grown a beard. So the next letter I wrote had “Hi cutie I hear you’ve grown a beard. I guess I’ll have to upgrade your nickname.” I really do like beards, so it wasn’t like I was just saying it to amuse Aunt Polly. Ok, it was mostly to amuse her, but I do like beards.
It was April Fool’s Day when the phone rang. A gruff voice on the other end of the line demanded that I give him his money back. You see, I was an employment consultant at the time and my job was to place applicants in new jobs…for a fee. When I hear this voice I’m perplexed because I’d had a rather bad couple of weeks where I hadn’t placed anyone. Something was amiss. I said: “WHO IS THIS!?” There was a laugh on the other end of the phone and the gruff voice became soft and he told me who he was and said “April Fools!”
My first thought was: “Damn, I got April Fooled!” That was quickly followed by a bit of alarm because the recipient of my very safe envelope notes was suddenly on the phone and this wasn’t some safe endeavor that would have no ramifications. Yikes!