A Quick One

Standing in the kitchen cleaning up the other night, the ProvidinaTOR says to me, “So it’s almost the anniversary.”

He looks at me with one eyebrow raised. I smile, thinking to myself, “Wow, that’s pretty amazing that he thought of it in advance.”

We met in 2000 at a Christmas cantata where I was singing in the choir and he was playing French horn.  Being the only two “post-college” age people, I began hitting on him immediately at the cantata Christmas party. After he realized I was not a high school student, but rather a college graduate in her first year of teaching, he seemed mildly interested since he’s a teacher too. (Incidentally, 2010 TEACHER OF THE YEAR!)

But back to the story.  After the final cantata performance, he came over to ask for me for my number and, worried that he wouldn’t actually call, I said in a rush, “Whatareyoudoingrightnow? I’mgoingtoStarbucks. Wanttocome?” (I have to say this was prescience on my part as he is THE WORST at returning phone calls.) After the Starbucks date, the rest is history.

So standing there at the sink the other day, I smiled sweetly and said, “I know. Can you believe it’s been ten years since we met?”

And he said, “No. I meant a year since we got the flat screen TV last year.”

RIIIIGHT. (Forehead smack). There you have it.