Geez, you go away for a couple months and look what happens!
No trips to the World planned, but we took a Halloween trip to where it all started. HusBear is a dedicated DL loyalist and it's very rare that I can get him to admit that something is better at WDW than at DL. I still can't get him to admit that ToT sucks at CA in comparison to the WDW version.
Anyway, reading about how couples met up made me want to contribute our story (that and the fact that I'm not-so-constructively avoiding work at the moment). At the age of 33 (we won't say how many years ago this was), I had been single for three years (only one previous relationship that had lasted a year) and was living in Washington DC at the time. I have a good friend who is a bit of a psychic and one time when I was over for dinner I asked him to take a look at some pictures (typically he would look at pictures and get impressions about the people in the pictures). He looked at my picture and then asked "You have a 34-inch waist, right?" "No, 36" (again, we won't say how many inches ago this was). "Well, I get this real weird image. You're going to meet a man in the spring. He'll be tall and dark. He'll have children. But I get this image that you'll be able to wear each others clothes."
Now this has always been a very romantic image for me. Especially sweaters. I just love enveloping myself in a lover's smell. (I know, TMI).
Anyway, spring comes and goes and no tall, dark lover on the horizons. Oh, well, Glynn screwed up again. A year comes and goes and I've forgotten about the prediction.
Nearly two years after this dinner, I'm in a dressing room backstage at the Seattle Opera House getting ready to play music with a Balkan band that I used to play with when I lived in Seattle. We are playing for a Balkan dance group (Radost) that I danced with back in the early 80's. I just happened to be visiting in Seattle during the Northwest Folklife festival (Memorial Day weekend) and the band I used to play with needed a clarinet player for a Radost performance. Friends of mine that were still dancing with Radost mentioned there was this new guy in the group that I should meet as he reminded them of me and they thought the two of us would hit it off.
I walk into the dressing room, gig bag over the shoulder, and I see a very animated, tall man (half-dressed) with dark hair and beard and I'm sure this is the person my friend was talking about. He's doing finger magic tricks for another dancer. So I worm my way into the conversation by offering my own stupid magic tricks. The mutual friend walks by and I turn to her and say "So Sidney, are you going to do the introductions?" "Of course. Steve, Ricky. Ricky, Steve." Rick then turns to me and says "Oh, you're the person whose name is in all my costumes!"
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
After a cast party where we spent the entire night talking to each other and one date that weekend (before I had to return to the east coast) it was obvious that this was the man Glynn had been referring to and that somehow we would be together. Eight months later I was back in Seattle, in the one job in the entire city that was comparable to my job in Washington.
I do believe in fate. Through good times and bad we are still together.
