
This is a funny, long story with a happy ending.
I went to college at Ok State U 4 hours away from home (on purpose) and I was thin. My friends and I would go out "bar hopping" (clubbing) a couple of nights a week. No heavy drinking, just going out for dancing and seeing our favorite club bands play at rock clubs.
After Christmas my sophomore year in college, I was dissatisfied with the college guys I was meeting at these places because they all thought they were God's gift to the world. A friend of mine asked me to go to the country dancehall Tumbleweeds with her. on April 8, 1983. I figured, what the heck. At least I can see a change of scenery, and "the weed" was a happening place. After dancing with a world class jerk, a really nice guy asked me to dance, and we spent the rest of the evening together. He asked me out for the next weekend, and I said yes. He was from a small town as was I.
In the meantime, he writes me a letter..really romantic..this letter scared me to death! I thought, "No way am I going out with this guy..too weird.." My friend said, "Don't cancel with him. Maybe you'll meet a cute friend of his." (We were going to one of his friends' birthday parties). So, I sucked it up and the week slid by. He came to pick me up at my dorm, and when we got to his pickup there sat the cutest guy...and when I looked into his eyes as I was getting into the pickup I swear I saw babies in his eyes. Weird and corny I know, but I did. It was just like mom always said, "When you meet the right guy, you'll know."
At any rate, I was really interested in him (Johnny), and I was giving all sorts of signals to him..that he did not pick up on (he's a bit dense in that department still). Picture it: Johnny's driving, I'm in the middle and my date, Gary, is on the right side of me.
We get to the dancehall where Johnny proceeds to play pool. Gary and I dance a bit. Johnny FINALLY gets done playing pool, and dances with me. During our 2nd dance together (now this is out of character for me) I said, "I'd rather be with you than your friend." Needless to say, he was shocked...but interested in me as well. Sooooo....after that dance, I break the news to Gary. He and Johnny go outside. When they come back in, Johnny comes after me, and Gary goes to sit with their friends and talk. Neither is bloody or anything. They talked it out, and decided to remain friends and that it was ok.
Johnny and I spent the rest of that night and the whole weekend together just talking and dancing. We were inseparable after that. We will have been married 23 years on June 1 and have never been apart except for business trips. We have 2 beautiful children--a daughter age 20 and married to the best guy we could hope for in a son-in-law, and our son 16 years old today and a cancer survivor.
We've had some rough spots like any marriage does, but we know that we don't want anybody else. I gained weight before our wedding and during the births of our children..at the death of my dad I ate my way up the scale, and Johnny never cared. He told me he loves me for me, not for my weight and that the surgery was for me not him. Of course, he's now reaping the benefits of my 100 pound weight loss in ways ranging from clothes and lingerie (I always had sexy ones anyway, but even more so now..lingerie that is) to a much more...umm.."flexible" wife.

Gary has been married twice and has no children. He's still a very good friend of ours. As it turns out, I wasn't the first person to do this..usually, Johnny's girls left him for Gary because Gary's family is wealthy, and Johnny's isn't. I don't care. I love that man with all my heart and am very thankful that he's clueless about women's signals because I see women flirt with him all the time at his workplace! Of course, his response to me when I say something to him is, "Honey, I don't notice it because I'm not looking at them."