Life had gotten in the way of school, so I had no degree (I wasn't really motivated to get one anyway), and no prospects. So, feeling a great sense of shame and more than a little depressed, I packed up such belongings as I had and moved out to Clyde, TX where my parents lived. Clyde, just outside of Abilene, is a vast metropolis of about 3000 souls. Abilene is closer to a 'real' city, but the area was much more rural than my accustomed surroundings in the Dallas / Fort Worth Metroplex.
Thus I started looking for a job. The prospects in Abilene weren't great, and I'm sure my moderate circumstantial depression didn't help. It took quite a while, but eventually I landed a job at Blue Cross Blue Shield of Texas as a claims processor. I started training in July.
It was in that class that I noticed two other people with whom I had anything in common. One was a gamer (table-top RPGs) like me, the other was quiet, sardonic, and liked to read- like me. The first was cute in a "sharp elbows" kind of way, the other in a more full-figured sort of way. No, you're not getting measurement descriptions. The first was single, the other married. Not being stupid, I pursued the one who was single.
That didn't work out so well. Oh, I'm virtually certain, even to this day, that she was interested, but I refuse to put up with the games most girls play, so it never went anywhere. On the other hand, I was having fun (like real fun- we'd have conversations and make fun of our co-workers in the breakroom fun) with the other one. I got her to read Mere Christianity. I kicked her chair (the first time was just to get her attention as I said 'by' for evening, after that it was to see her jump. Hey, she was married, and I was in denial. Sue me.).
It was when she was going through divorce and announced that she was planning to go home to Michigan that I realized I didn't like that idea. Part of that is because I think everyone should love Texas as much as I do, but part of it was that I realized I wouldn't like it if she left. So I asked her to stay.
That was how we started dating. On August 7, 2004, she made the incredible mistake of saying "I do," and signing a marriage license. I'm not sure how I conned her so completely, but I'm glad every day that I did.
Happy anniversary, honey.
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