Crabapples

After having been single for quite some time, I was sure dating was going to be very difficult. I know what you are telling yourselves, my Wicked Luvs, “But Magaly, you are intelligent, industrious, have no children, are gorgeous and your modesty knows no bounds; lots of guys would want to date you,” right?

Um… wrong. Or I should probably say that you are partially right. You see, there were tons of guys who wanted to date me (a few girls, too). I remember emailing my friend Michelle to tell her that I didn’t realize New York had so many single detectives, college professors and brokers, and how they all seemed to be really attracted to me.

I spent two weeks going on first dates, just to find out that there was nothing there. The fifth spark-less meeting convinced me that I should take a break from online dating. I clicked on my profile, and was about to hide it, when I saw this man:
His pictures made things tingle. This shot was not the first one I saw. The one that made me click forward showed him smiling like a morning sun. I opened his profile, and read this:

I have broad tastes—I suppose that’s why I was drawn to the theatre as a profession. There I can play music of all genres, classical to rock to big band… and serve in a variety of roles: lone pianist, pit musician, vocal coach, conductor…. The change of pace with each new job keeps it fresh!

I run a lot.  But not marathons. 4-6 times a week.

I have a car and 6 closets.

I was born in Utah, and raised without religion. The Mormons didn’t get me… I recently took up crosswords and Scrabble to stave off the Alzheimer’s
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I was taken by his candidness, his wit, and his legs—my goodness, the man shared a picture where he was wearing running clothes, and I wanted to meet those limbs. Still, I was only enjoying the eye candy. Then, he told me a story about crabapples. It took place when he was a child. It was filled with emotion. And it is our secret, so I have to apologize for not sharing the details. I will tell you though, that the story was what made me email him.

Wanting to keep things light, I sent him the following message:

Six Closets!

I’m extremely jealous of your closet space! I’m moving in two weeks, and my new place has two excuses for something that if put together might qualify as half a decent closet. The kitchen (if you can call it that) is a nightmare, but I make myself feel better by thinking about my new working fireplace, huge deck and dreamy view.   

Hope you are having a nice day,
M

I waited, and waited, and waited… for what felt like forever. The next morning, the broker, the guy with whom I had gone on the latest date, emailed me. He said something about how we could be friends or something. I explained that I thought it would be a little weird. He convinced me to meet him for a drink. Okay, I was so bored, and annoyed because Mr. Hot Legs had not emailed me back, that I said, why not.

I met the broker at a coffee shop, and after I threatened to break his legs if he touched my knees with them one more time, he told me that he could buy women like me for a dime a dozen. I got to my feet and left him yelling like a maniac.

Claiming a seat at a different coffee shop, in Time Square, I started my laptop and got ready to write a blog about insane men and ridiculously funny second dates. Out of habit, I opened my email. I grinned when I saw a message from Mr. Hot Legs. He said,
Sorry, didn’t mean to brag about all my closets (actually there are only 5, but one is double-wide and another is walk-in, so I fudged the number).

He made me laugh and that, my Wicked Luvs, opened a window into my soul. We messaged each other many times after that day. The emails got longer and more personal. Soon we exchanged phone numbers and partook in conversations that lasted several hours every night. After twenty days of hot emails and sizzling phone calls, we agreed to meet for the first time.

Again, the morning before I met Mr. Hot Legs, I emailed my friend Michelle. I told her that I was very nervous. Not so much about the fact that every bit of me was sure it wanted to jump his bones, but because I was afraid of not liking and wanting him as much in person, as I had over the phone. Michelle, my dear MouseDeamon, is a very wise Witch. She told me to quit being scared; to keep the date short and manageable, if I liked him go for it, and if I didn’t run for dear life.

I had a Harlem Renaissance final exam that day. I finished the test in about ten minutes—no joke—I write like a mad person when I’m nervous. So there I was, sitting at my school library with two hours to spare before the date, when he sent this text:
            I was involved in a car accident.

There was more to the text, but my mind read only those words and added a few others that suggested Mr. Hot Legs was about to stand me up. I replied to the text, and after making sure that he was okay, I said that I would wait until he sorted things out.

We spoke on the phone about half an hour later, and he said that he had gotten very dirty while trying to get one of his bumpers from under the second car involved in the accident. We agreed to meet one hour and a half after that.

With a heavy heart, I walked towards the subway. For some reason—or for the obvious reasons—I couldn’t stop thinking that perhaps there was no future for Mr. Hot Legs and I. As a Witch, I believe in omens, and a car crash right before my first date with a guy didn’t send the best signals.

I got to South Ferry Station, the meeting place, first. I emailed Michelle to let her know about the car accident and how the incident was freaking me out. She reminded me about running for dear life if he turned out to be ugly, a liar and most important if he didn’t smell good. Michelle’s silliness cheered me up. I turned off my computer and moved towards a place where I knew I would see him when he walked in.

I spotted him in the middle of a crowd. He wore a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of beige cargo shorts covered the upper half of the best set of legs I had seen in ages. I tried to sneak up on him, but he saw me while I was halfway down the stairs that led from the second to the first floor of the ferry station. His smile was warmer than I remembered. His eyes, which I had believed to be brown, were a strange shade that suggested someone had taken gold and mixed it with a bit of night. I closed my eyes when we kissed. Then we hugged for a long time—his face in my hair, my face in the crook of his neck. I remember thinking, My goodness this man smells so good. I didn’t run.    

On our first day, my Piano Man and I ate pizza and ice cream. We walked for miles, smiling and sniffing each other; we kissed under the Staten Island sunset, and we made love... 

Yesterday, we celebrated another anniversary of our first date. Yes, with pizza and ice cream, walking for miles, smiling and sniffing each other, kissing under a tree in Staten Island, discussing handfasting locations, riding the ferry, saying how lucky we are to have one another.

I wasn’t going to give anything away during our sharing of Art, Passion and Heart-Told Tales. I thought the love-filled vibes we would get from reading each other’s stories would be the best possible gift—I still think that. Yet, when Stacy drew this handsome, piano-playing baby crow, I knew I had to present it to someone. 
So… To win this original “Piano Player” by Magic Love Crow, first, tell me why you want it, and second, leave a comment telling me a bit about how you met the other half of your heart.
Please add the direct links to your Art, Passion and Heart-Told Tales post right under the party button, on my sidebar. I will add all the links to the party page after July 3rd.    


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  1. I love your love story!

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  2. I don't have an 'other half'. I do have my 3 hearts, who are composed of moonshine & starshine. They are 6, 4, & 2. The 6 yrold just lost her first tooth, the 4 yrold was almost in tears because one of the cats knocked over the robot he made out of trio blocks, & the 2 yrold is singing to herself while banging a red toy bin on the floor.

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    1. Your hearts sound adorable. I hope the tooth fairy was very generous to your 6-year-old heart, and that your 4-year-old rebuild over the tears of his loss, and that the 2-year-old sings and play happily her entire life ;-)

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  3. What a wonderful story! I met My Rare One at a social club for lesbians over 40 called "Classics." LOL! I liked her right away -- she's so friendly and outgoing. Plus we both grew up in southwestern Manitoba in little one horse prairie towns about half an hour apart. So that gave us something in common to talk about!

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    1. We met at Classics, while talking about horses. That sounds like it should be a movie ;-)

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  4. How he smells is not silly. I didn't care for the way my first husband smelled. It should have been a big clue and it eventually became a big deal for me. My real husband though, I love the way he smells. Couldn't get enough of smelling his skin when our relationship was young. Still like it but now it's just comfortable and familiar.

    Congratulations to you two.

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    1. You know, I totally agree. I'm very much into scents, I wouldn't be able to be with someone who didn't smell "right" to me. I have the feeling that one day, my Piano Man's scent will smell similar to me; it will be home.

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  5. Oh Magaly!! That was a beautiful share :D I am genuinely beaming with love :D Your photo's are amazingly special, you both look so contented. I wish you many more anniversaries with this gorgeous man :D I wasn't looking for a life partner when I met my man. Just someone to hang with(suppose "f**k buddies" is the modern term), but I got lucky :D XXX

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    1. F**k buddies for 30 years, how cool is that!?!

      Reading your tale was such a treat. I love how Fate brought you guys together ;-)

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  6. What a beautiful love story!! 5 closets?? Wow!! I am jealous too!! Hs
    Enchanting lovers...fated to meet...a bond has been made! Covered in joy and promises.
    Sigh!
    Hugs
    SUeAnn

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    1. You see! I knew someone would understand lol

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  7. What an amazing story, Magaly! You are a beautiful pair. But, what about those legs.... you didn't put a picture.... eheheheh!!!! :))

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    1. You know, one of these days, I might show a little of my lover's legs lol

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  8. What an awesome story! You both look very happy.
    Dh and I didn't have the traditional boy meets girl and falls in love scenario. Our families have been close since before I was born. DH is 10 yrs older than I am, so he remembers when I was born. Yeah it gets a bit weird there. But we sort of grew up together. Once in awhile home life would get too much for him and he'd crash at our house. He'd hang out with my brother and I'd try to follow Lance (My Dh) around like a little puppy dog. He was nice to me. As nice as any 16 yr old with a 6 yr old girl following him could be at least.

    Eventually my family moved to KY and we didn't hear from him for a few years. Then when I was 14 Lance decided his current life of drugs and rock n roll just wasn't doing it for him anymore. He moved to KY with us. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Here I was sitting in an old pickup truck in the middle seat (How embarrassing for me to be stuck between two old parents) when I see the most beautiful man ever. I hadn't saw him since he was a teen and man did he fill out! He had long hair back then. Looking a lot like his heritage (Part Native American). I remember looking at his wide shoulders and just wanting to lay my head down right in the crook of his neck and never leave.

    To make a long story short, he lived with us for awhile. Dated other women while I silently wished them ill, and eventually after they broke his heart I picked up the pieces.

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    1. "Dated other women while I silently wished them ill" lol Haven't we all been there? I'm pretty sure Jorge Ramos' and Patrick Stewart's wives had many bad hair days while I was a child. I was absolutely taken by the two men's brains and voices.

      I'm happy you made your darling whole again ;-)

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    2. Yes well even though they didn't deserve him I can't say they were all bad. The last girlfriend before me did introduce him to Wicca and eventually to some really good friends in the Pagan community. So in a way I owe her for my finding the right spiritual path. Though if you say the name Amiee to me I will immediately either think or compulsively spew hateful words like, "stupid bitch".

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  9. I definitely want to be included in this drawing ... that baby crow at the baby grand piano brings back a flood of wonderful memories of days long gone. My Dad was a "Piano Man" and not a day would go by without hearing the sweet sounds of the piano as he tickled those ivory keys. He favored Boogie Woogie and played a magical rendition of the "Bumble Bee Boogie" .... he and my sister were both born with magical musical ears and flying fingers that just knew by shear instinct which keys to play; they both played with emotion and strong sensitivity, they didn't merely play notes, they made the piano come alive with music that swept the listener into the magic of their musical world. Dad passed away in 1984 and Daddy's Baby Grand was passed onto my sister .... the magic from her fingers and heart continued to make that little piano sign out in joyous melody! She passed away this past January ... but in my heart I will never forget the beauty of music they both brought into our lives.

    To this day I still remember the very first time I heard my sister play the piano. We were at the dinner table, Grampa and Gramma had come for dinner ... when suddenly, my four year old sister went over to the piano and began playing a song that Daddy had played earlier in the day! Everyone was stunned, she played it perfectly ... I knew I had just witnessed magic!

    Grampa and Gramma asked how she knew how to play, Teri smiled up at them with her sweet angelic smile and simply said .. "I just know..."

    Thanks, Magaly and Stacy, for bringing such loving memories to the forefront ...

    Big hugs and Happy Day to both of you!

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    1. I can feel your love for your sister and father in your words. I also feel how much you miss Terri, she must have been magical indeed. I wish I had been there the day she walked up to the piano and made magic.

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    2. I miss her physical presence ... but she is forever with me. only now we visit with each in sweet dreams.

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    3. I know what you mean, after my grandmother went into the Summerlands, I spent time with her in ways I never did before. No it is like getting to know her all over again ;-)

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    4. Truer words that have probably been spoken more times than we can count .... when you have seen the people at the end of the tunnel with light illuminating their radiance, you know this world is not just limited to this earth and what we physically know ... it is somehow far grander and you have been lucky enough to get a small glimpse that fills your heart with rhapsody and joy for you realize something more is just there waiting for you ...

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  10. Oh! I forgot to comment on how I met my Love to whom I have now been married for over 44 years. It was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in November 1966 ... my best friend and I were participating in a parade for the Cranberry Bowl ... we were dressed up as Go-Go Girls, complete with glittery mini-dresses and white Go-Go boats and imitation white fur coats, and we danced our way through the streets of downtown Portland. The parade ended up at the water front where college students were joyously celebrating with a huge bonfire on a sandy beach area.

    Later in the evening, as we were walking past Portland State, I found myself alone and turned to look for my friend. She had stopped a few feet back and was flirting with two really cute guys ... so I walked back and asked her to introduce me. It turned out she had gone to grade school with them and they were reminiscing and laughing about old times. She spent most of her time speaking with the taller blond, while the other boy shyly smiled at me with the sweetest dimples I had ever seen. We all went our separate ways that night and I quickly forgot the chance meeting because we were on our way to meet our dates and hop on over to the Coliseum for a concert featuring "The Supremes"!

    Later in the week, she called me up at another friend's home, and told me to get right on home because Jim had called her and wanted my phone number. She wanted me to get that phone call because she wanted me to suggest a double date so she could pursue "Bob"!

    Eventually I went back home and I was in my little art studio when the phone rang. I answered and the caller asked to speak to Barbara. Barbara? I replied there was no one by the name Barbara at this number. He thanked me and began to hang up when I quickly asked him "Do you know Francie?" ... after a quiet silence he hesitantly said "Yes....." to which I said "It wasn't a Barbara you were intending to call, it was a Karen." We chatted for a bit and I finally agreed to a bowling date the following Friday nite.

    When he came to the door, there was that cute boy with the shy smile and sweet dimples ....

    We were married in February of 1968. I'm very happy I answered that phone call and let him know it was Karen he wanted!

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    1. It was Karen he wanted, indeed! What a lovely tale, there is something about shy guys with dimples, isn't it? I hope your friend got to go out with the other boy, too ;-)

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    2. Nope, she never did ... but he turned out to be a guy who liked to have power over women ... saw it once first hand ... when I saw him hit a girl friend in our home because she disagreed with him ... I was in his face like an irate Irish Banshee ... I think threatening to disembowel him if he ever did that in my presence again had an effect ... at least that girl rid herself of him and I have never had the "pleasure" of his presence again.

      On a lighter note ... my Jim has been the biggest supporter of my artwork than anyone in my life.

      I still remember the day a friend of my Dad's made the comment "Karen, you made a mistake by getting married at such a young age." He said it in front of my Dad, who quickly jumped in and said "Jim is the best choice Karen has ever made!". My Daddy knew ..... I chose wisely ... I chose a man who loved me simply for being me ....

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    3. I like your dad. And your Jim. And I'm so glad your friend never went out with that bastard. Some people are just disgusting.

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  11. Magaly, I am in love, from reading your special story with your Piano Man! My heart is dancing ;o)I want to see a picture of his legs ;o))) LOL! I am so happy for the both of you!! Thanks for having such a romantic blog party ;o)

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    1. I fall in love everyday. It's hard not to, he is such a great man, Stacy. I got really lucky; WE got really lucky, for we match in ways I didn't believe possible.

      Oh, I joined a photography party that starts in October. Soon you will see lots of pictures of my Piano Man, yummy legs included ;-)

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  12. Had to bribe me with one of MagicLoveCrow 's paintings! I want to give this to my mom who always wanted to learn to play the piano.

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    1. I had a feeling you would bite ;-)

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    2. :P Ok now that I am at my computer I can type out our "how we met" story. I had recently separated from my 1st husband. We didn't share a heart, and while it wasn't completely dysfunctional it wasn't healthy either. I knew I wanted to have a good marriage and children, so I started looking. I even drew up a list of traits I wanted/didn't want in a mate. I found DH in a Yahoo chatroom, and we started talking. He was kind of seeing someone, which I respected him for telling me even though it obviously wasn't going anywhere. A few weeks later, he told me he had broken it off and we continued talking, and yes it did start getting naughty. I asked where he was from and he told me at that moment he was in the next town over. I told him where I was, he asked if I'd like him to come over. And yes, I got an ass-beating from my best friend for doing something so crazy. But I did have 2 large dogs, too. I felt really safe with him, though. I hadn't with the few other guys I had dated before. I invited him over, and the first thing he did was get down on his knees and greet my dogs. And they were falling over themselves to get in his lap and give him slobbery kisses - which had him laughing. Really in that moment I was done for.

      Yes he spent the night, and after I got out of work the next day we went out on our first date. lol Most embarrassing moment of my life was when I had to ask him his name. I remembered his yahoo ID, but I'm really, really bad at remembering names. He was so nice about it, laughed it off as no big deal. Hell yeah, he came home with me again.

      A few weeks later we were talking and he said something about having a girlfriend. Not that he had one but something like general frustration about all the trouble with finding one who was serious. This was my scariest moment, I expressed my desire to be his girlfriend. He came right over and we talked about my marriage ending, he needed to know it was really over. The actual divorce was secondary. He was so kind a patient with me, I've loved him ever since.

      That was actually the last time he spent the night with me until we were married. And that was just over a year later. He never did a big proposal, but I liked it all the same. He just stated it as fact one night, "when we are married..." when he was talking about our future. He moved his stuff in, we got married, had the boys and never looked back.

      It's the most comfortable relationship I've ever been in. Passion is still there 10 years later, and I can't imagine ever being with anyone else.

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  13. I'm in Australia, so leave me out of the competition. I just wanted to say that the story of meeting your beloved is beautiful, and that I'm so glad you met each other. The picture of Piano Man kissing your forehead made me cry.
    Happy Anniversary!
    xxx

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    1. Thanks so much Mrs BC, you put a very big smile on my face.

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  14. Congratulations my wicked friend!

    I am hoping to keep seeing all the positive comments!

    No stories about ass hole "frenemies" bring you down about your well deserved moment of joy.

    OK?

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    1. The idiots will always be around, but the goodness is much more powerful ;-)

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  15. PS After reading your story with your "Piano Man", I get the distinct feeling that you "chose wisely" and have a man who loves you simply because you are you. There is no greater gift one can receive than simply being loved for who you are ....

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    1. Indeed. The best thing about his love towards me is that the things he loves more about me are the exact same things I'm most proud of. For an Aries that is paradise. Wise and lucky ;-)

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  16. What a sweet story, though I wouldn't have expected any different from you and your piano man! :) For the record, I'd have been worried with the car accident thing too; I'm glad it wasn't the bad omen you feared it to be!

    I did my story, but I can't make the link behave and get posted on the sidebar thing. The link is http://ziglernews.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/on-december-19th-2002.html (been trying to post it on and off since I published the post yesterday afternoon!).

    I don't want to be entered in the giveaway though; just sharing the post and reading others' posts; the warm glow is enough for me!

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    1. My Piano Man is a star, isn't he? I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for when I went back to dating, but I can tell you that what I found is not at all what I expected. I just didn't think he was possible.

      I've added your link ;-)

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  17. What a beautiful story! (And, if I may say so, a beautiful other half). Wishing you both all the best!

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    1. You may say so as many times as you like, I've been known to say it all the time lol Thanks for your lovely wishes!

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  18. Magaly, you are such a beautiful person it is so fitting that you had such a beautiful meeting with your lovely piano man. Love the story.

    hugs
    Sue

    Oh, here is a little bit about how I met my man.

    I had been with a Rock singer/ guitarist for a summer and when he decided to move out of the country I just did not want to leave.

    I was missing him so I called up a friend I had lost contact with and met up with her and some friends. They invited me to a surprise party for another friend. All night they all talked about this guy they all just adored. He was at my school but was 3 years older so I did not know him. I thought the way they went on that he must think he is really something else, and I hated guys like that.

    I went to the party, I was early and he was in the back setting up the music. We were introduced and he stuck to me like glue all night. I do not drink but it was a hot August night and I had a couple of drinks that went right to my head. He asked if he could kiss me, I said yes, and it was the most amazing kiss I had ever had.

    Much later that evening he wanted to show me his car ( you know guys and their cars) . He was so proud of his Challenger and when I got out and shut the door, a little too hard, he said " Hey, don't slam my door, we're not married yet", but we were married just over a year later.

    I believe in fate and he is mine.

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    1. I just smiled from ear to ear picturing him asking you "Can I kiss you" and you saying "Yes." It is too adorable. And yep, I know about guys and their cars lol

      Fate can be wicked, but she is wicked fair and on point. He is yours.

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  19. What a beautiful Love Story, Wicked Lady! Thank you so much for sharing it.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by. Glad you liked it ;-)

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  20. I love this story. You look so happy

    I want to tell you I am giving you an award for your blog.
    go to my blog
    http://www.unleasheddivalol.com/2012/07/i-was-awarded-fabulous-blog-ribbon.html
    To get your award.

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    1. Thanks very much. We are happy and then some.

      I will stop by soon and claim it.

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  21. This made me smile; I'm so happy for you! Love the pics :-)

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    1. It's him; seriously, he makes me smile every time I look at him ;-)

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  22. I don't know how I missed this posting originally, but am so glad I found it (thanks to the reference and link you left!). You know what I love about your blog ~ that even though I have a million and one things to do and absolutely no time to read anything, you manage to captivate my heart and draw me in! Thanks so much for helping me keep it real♥

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    1. Thanks you for those words, for they are what keep me sharing my opinions and life bits ;-)

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  23. I love this story! You two are too cute!

    I met Mr. LJ in a video game. That's as exciting as the story gets. LOL

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    1. Actually, he was much better at that game than I was. It was Ultima Online, an MMO from 1997. I met him in 2001. I sucked majorly at that game. In fact, I got so upset one day that I deleted every character I had and had to start over from scratch. That was before I met him. We were role players and get this, he role played a MUTE. His character's name was Thrall(which is ironically the former leader of the Orcs name in World of Warcraft, but we didn't know that would happen in 2001, lol)and he was a mute. Mr. LJ said nothing in game that was in character. We didn't actually have a conversation until I started talking outside of the game to his friend who also played with us.

      Thankfully, we were both in the same guild because if we hadn't been, he'd have kicked my ass all over the place because he was just better than I was. Our guild was the Ancient Order of the Syr.

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    2. Now you can say, "We met in ancient times." lol

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    3. ROFL. I just gave him that line and he ROFL'd. :P

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    4. Ha! I hope you wiggled your eyebrow, too ;-)

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  24. Ahh, I feel the love you guys emanate :) Love this story & I believe there is something about the 'smell' factor (not to mention physical attributes) He's a honey, and so are you - sweet & love the photos :) We celebrate 'peanut day'it was our anniversary of Big F & I's first date... yep we shared a bag of peanuts while we watched the wrestling... wish I'd had ice-cream like you guys ;) Oh Stacy's piano playing baby crow is gorgeous, I think I just fell in love with it too :)

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    1. I look at the picture of you and Big F and I can see you eating peanuts and falling in love. You look so good together, which might be the reason why your girls are so gorgeous and gifted. And the reason why Big F is always carving sexy things ;-)

      And yes, smell and physical chemistry, is a must (for moi)

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  25. PS Sense of humour... vital :)

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    1. I can't be with someone who doesn't make me cackle with delight ;-)

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  26. Oh Magaly, my heart is swooning over the pure tenderness of this beautiful love story. Giiiiirrrrl. I may just cry.

    I am so sorry I missed your Art, Passion and Heart-Told Tales party but I had far too much going on at one time with July being an extremely busy month for me. Kind of makes me sad though because this was a wonderful idea.

    Anyway, you and that sexy Piano Man send steam into the atmosphere with your unspoken passion. And I believe in omens too. The very idea that he had an accident and then still met you on the same day...smelling good...enough said. ;-)

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    1. I'm sad you missed it, too. But I'm glad you are here. We'll have many other parties ;-)

      You are right about that man of mine, there is something raw and yummy about him--I'm addicted. I'm pretty sure I was hooked from the first time.

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  27. You is nekkid in them there pictures!!! (Well, maybe not, but that's not the point.)

    I remember that. Particularly the broker you went out with briefly. (We call them merchant bankers over here, especially as you can change a letter in banker, and get a much more suitable description...)

    There is nothing like a Good Man Smell. It is very important, looks and personality are important too, but if he smells like rotten cheese, well, that's very hard to get past. (I am not talking trainer(sneaker) funk, cos all men have whiffy feet. :P)

    And now I shall just go off to my happy place thinking about that sexy Good Man Smell....

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    1. It looks like we're naked, doesn't it? It was about a zillion degrees outside, but the moon wasn't out so we kept our clothes on lol

      My goodness, don't remind me about I-Have-Lots-of-Money-So-All-Must-Worship-Me. What a waste of space and Italian suits.

      "sexy Good Man Smell" yum!

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  28. I shall never impart the look of a sour-faced crankster to the word crabapple again.

    What delightful story about the reunion of destined souls :)

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    1. It's funny how experiences (even someone else's) can affect our views. We are a crabapple-loving family. We are always pointing out the different kinds (the Little Princess likes the brightly-colored ones best).

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  29. How in the hell did I miss this blog the first time around?????? Wow.

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    1. Goblins, my beloved Oma, definitely goblins ;-)

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