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Tiborshok
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wowYears ago before I was married, I was a relentless “spouse searcher”. I thought about nearly every girl I met, and certainly every one I dated. “Would she be a good wife”? If it seemed to me the answer was “no”, or even just “not for me, long-term”, then I broke it off immediately.
On the other hand, I’ll have to admit my wife and I didn’t like each other at first. I won’t say we hated each other, but it came close. I was chasing girls at a party and she started making fun of me for delivering what she thought were vain and bogus “lines”. So I started throwing verbal darts at her. She was getting the better of me, and certainly cramping my style, so I took her aside and asked for a truce. She agreed to it on the condition that I would stop being such a vain and (to her) phony-sounding guy in my pursuit of the other girls there. I said I would do that. We then mutually agreed to be each other’s “confidant”; that is, friend to whom one could tell anything honestly. It wasn’t “romantic” at first. Just a very different sort of a friendship. But it grew pretty quickly.
Long story short, we have been married now for decades.
So I guess one would have to say that she would have failed my subjective “spouse tests” at first, because she was even hostile, and that I didn’t “search her out” because I actually tried to avoid her critical tongue. But then, if I hadn’t gone to the party to meet girls, I would never have met my wife either. So, did God “drop her down the chimney”? Maybe, but at least I had placed myself under the chimney at the time.
Another irony was that I was a Democrat and it was a Republican victory party. I went to it because I knew Republicans (then, anyway) had better refreshments at their parties, and back then the Democrat girls my age tended to a sort of spare, almost mannish look, whereas Republican girls usually looked more feminine and oh-so-sharp.
I had better shut my mouth now.
that is a perfect love story for me