Well, after our impromptu meeting in Crazyville, several months passed by.
I no longer had a boyfriend, and I was just certain that I was doomed to a life of spinsterhood.
I remember crying to my mom about my bleak looking future. I told her that I thought I was NEVER going to meet anybody. I would be tragically alone, and one day be pawned off to go live with family somewhere else, much like Aunt Bee.
Not long after my breakdown, following my startling realization that I was definitely going to be doomed to a life of spinsterhood, I ran into Shannon again.
My friend and Shannon's brother were preparing to get married, and I was helping her do some things to get ready for the wedding. You know important things like tanning, so we would both look beautifully sun baked in all of the wedding pictures. I was going to be her maid of honor, and Shannon was going to be the best man.
We both stopped by Shannon's brother's house on the way to the tanning bed, and lo' and behold Shannon was there too. This was very unusual for him at the time, considering that he was a hermit, who for the most part, never left Crazyville.
But this time, I did notice him, and he noticed me.
However, I did not want anyone to know that I noticed him, especially since I was still pretty well convinced that I was tragically doomed to a life of spinsterhood.
So, as we were leaving to go to the tanning bed, I
She quickly answered my question with these words, "No, he won't be there...He never hangs around for very long."
Like I said earlier, I just knew that I was doomed to a life of spinsterhood.
So, we went tanning, and we returned home to prepare dinner.
Only to my very joyous surprise, Shannon was still there.
Come to find out, he decided to hang around, once he asked his brother if I was returning, and his brother said, "Yes, she's coming back to eat dinner with us."
And the rest, my bloggy friends, is all romantic history.
We have been together pretty much
He has told me many times over the years (while being forced at gun point by me to repeat the story) that he thought about me all of the time after that first visit I made to Crazyville.
There is, of course, more to the story, but let's just end it here for today by saying, "And they lived
So, now it's your turn my bloggy buddies. I am tagging
Tag, you ladies are it! Let me know when your posts are up (if you decide to do this, no pressure, just fun), so I can stop by your blog to read all about some more real life romance.
Song of Solomon 6:3
"I am my beloved's, And my beloved is mine."