| I find myself thanking both 4thand11, and Drerio both as 2 TAM posters of whom have helped me here the most directly... To start would have to be as teenager getting enrolled in new school and moving to new home. That was 18 years ago. So 1995 I'm going to get a new fresh start. I go to re-do my junior year in HS again as I was told it would be best. I do not fully agree, but don't disagree and don't really care too much either way. So I finally get to my new school and man was it different from what I was used to. New schools are that way. Anyways, I get setup with the idea I'm gonna' have to get a part-time job to pay for my car insurance and start some type of savings. I apply a few places. I get accepted in the one place I really wanted. A big video rental place, and it has a few other cute girls. I keep working there and turns out I make a few friends. Two of the cute girls make it known that they would like to be friends. One comes right out and asks me out on a date... Now to this point you can safely guess, it will be my wife. But what I didn't tell you is that within first month or le ss I had spotted this cutie's smile at the register and later kept that imagine in my head. While out walking the nearby golf coarse I saw a shooting star... Yup you guessed it, her pic came to my mind. then the a second star, now I had never seen three in a row. That night it happened. I saw a third shooting star and made a wish. Now I was dumb enough not to go straight for the really good sex wish as a teen. No me, for some reason I wished a rather plain and simple wish. I wished I could get to know that cute girl whom smiled at me. I have always enjoyed my wife's smile. It really does light my heart and soothes my soul. Ask, then wish upon a star and be careful... I almost fudged this up by being honest, and immature. I still reject how crash and almost rude I was about the acceptance of a date. I told her I was not used to dating a "bigger" girl. She has always had some good sized hips. She wears her weight very well though. I accepted and we dated for a good 1-2 years before it led up to me finally saying can we just be friends. We would just talk about our childhood. She had some trauma with losing her father to a long battle with cancer. I had an issue of going through my parents drawn out divorce. So during this time I'm in HS and she has just got out. For me being in school during the days of my senior year at school was nerve-racking. I've never been able to have a really close friends because of my parents divorce. My GF (now wife) had just graduated and has been going to a business secretary school during the day and working with me at the video store for a few months. I go and do something stupid and get fired. She stands by me during this time. She has a way of standing by my side even when I probably don't deserve it. We shortly get different jobs. We still are dating and talking. I am pretty sure that close to this time I broke the relationship. I told her we might not be working out. Later I find out that she is due to go on a new date soon. I try to hangout as friends. She is always kind and says she'll try... While out as friends I snap. I realize what I'd miss, and if I allow her to go out on another date... well... I could lose this beautiful cutie. I have always enjoyed my wife's smile. It really does light my heart and soothes my soul. But, I just remember thinking I don't want her smiling that way at anybody other than me. After 3 years of dating we had started to become intimate. Well she was working as a secretary, and I was going to Community College and working we found out some news. I still remember the `70's funk song "You dropped a bomb on me" playing as she said she would be taking the home pregnancy test once we got home and she thought she might be with child. Confirmed we are now young, just barely out of our teenage years, and we have a major life altering issue of a new child coming... Part 2 coming... | |||
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Sexless Marriage Epiphany
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