My sister (on the right) entered a contest - I think on how the person got married (to the guy on the left)! Her was here winning entry....College boyfriend? Gay. He forgets to tell me this until after he starts working long hours on the play with ‘Maurice.’ First job boyfriend? Rebounder. Short timer. Previous girlfriend changes her mind after 6 months. Fiancé? Surprise! After moving 500 miles to his state, the pie judge at the county fair tells me my fiancé came out to her place “just last night with his new girlfriend.” So I’m 27, teaching elementary school by day, working in a bar featuring female impersonators by night. Here’s a heads up, in case you hadn’t guessed, neither location is full of dateable guys. Sensing summer won’t be filled with romantic adventures; I get a job teaching summer school across town. Long story short: the reading specialist asks me if I’d like her to set me up with one of the summer school teachers. What’s to lose? There are four male staff members. Two are married. Mrs. Matchmaker decides I need to go out with the Bruce Jenner look alike. Noticing he is overly full of himself, I opt for the librarian. First date: Pizza parlor, hot day, cold beer. Minor details exchanged. Two beers down and I get around to asking the big one, “So, you ever been married?” “Yep.” “She still live around here?” “One does.” “ONE?” I ask, trying not to act shocked, “You mean there’s MORE than one?” “Actually . . . three” That was, let’s see now, July 16. We got married New Year’s Eve. Twenty-six years ago!
- Daphne R. from Portland, OR
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