My fellow blogger Bay View Herb asked a little favor of me to share a love story, in particular my love story with my husband. He only asked for 100 to 200 words but as I sat down to write how my husband and I met and why we are still together after all these years, I realized I had more than 200 words to share. I don't want to spoil Herb's article so I won't disclose any of the tidbits I gave him but I will share how I won my husband in a bet.
When I was in junior high I belonged to bowling team. Not because I was great at bowling. I just happened to have lived across the street from a bowling alley and I had nothing else to do on Saturday morning. Okay, I will admit there was a boy or two that I was interested in. Once I dated said boys and the season was over I moved on to other interest. Then in my senior year another boy dared me to wear ugly clown shoes and throw balls at pins. A sweet boy who had given up asking me out just when I decided to say yes. In fact, he asked my best friend out instead of me. He thought the reason we were stalking him was because she liked him. She has remained my friend because she said no!
It was the weekend before league started up and I went to the bowling alley to grab a soda. I was approached by a mother who knew me from my junior high days and she asked me to join the league. I started laughing and was going to decline when a little voice said ask her who would be on my team. You guessed it, the sweet boy would be my teammate. Of course, I said yes and went home to share the news with my mother. She stared at me with her mouth open until I mentioned there was a boy. Mom said well that figures. Then she giggled when I said I would be dating him by Halloween. Mom loved the fact that I always put self imposed time lines on my goals.
I have to admit it was not as easy as I thought. You see I was a little bit of a flirt in high school and this boy had become desensitized to my charms. So I needed to get creative. The second week I came up with a plan and started challenging him with little bets. I would offer to make him cookies or buy him a hamburger if he picked up this difficult spare or that split. Lucky me, he followed suit by saying if I picked up this or that he would buy me a candy bar or soda. Then one week before Halloween, I received a gift from the fates. I had a split that is not easy to pick up and I turned to my future boyfriend to say "What will you give me if I pick this one up?"
He said, "I will take you out for a steak dinner." The bet was set.
When I turned around I knew, I just knew that I was going to pick it up. I released the ball with a smile on my face and turned around without even confirming my hit. I was watching him as I heard the ball make contact and saw his eyes widen then his face redden. He looked at me and said, "When do you want to go out?" With a nonchalant shrug I said, "Call me."
I guess the rest is history except for the break up and get back together routine we accomplished over the next year. Frankly, he scared me. I could picture a future beyond high school with him. He once mentioned something we would do when we got married and I could envision it. I was a casualty of a parental divorce and dysfunctional household. I planned never to get married. However, I am not without courage and so when he asked me to marry him I said I would.
After we had been married for a while, I told my husband how I tricked him into asking me out and he shared that he tricked me into marrying him by basically daring me. He knew I could never resist a dare. I was a lucky girl and now after a couple of decades, I am still a very lucky woman.