Guest Post – Chris from The Kilted Travel Agent
Well, ask and you shall receive! You may recall that a while back I asked for guest posters. One of my twitter pals Chris (@kiltedtrvlagent) stepped up to the plate and sent me a lovely post all about how he and his lovely bride Karen (@paisleypenguin) not only met, but reconnected and FINALLY got married! After he sent the email, Karen followed up with her own version – her comments are added to his as you will see. I was so glad that Chris & Karen shared this with me. Chris is a wonderful friend to have who always has kind words on a bad day and can brighten your mood with just one tweet. I’m slowly getting to know Karen and I look forward to more interaction with her as well. They both also have their own blogs so be sure to give them a read (and follow them on Twitter!). And without further ado, it’s my pleasure to present their love story!
It was 1985 and it was our freshman year of high school. I had always attended public schools and she had always attended catholic school (traumatizing and am now a recovering Catholic) so I had never seen her before until that year in 4th period U.S. history. It’s really funny how things can stay so fresh in your head while somethings are just a blur. This is the former. She sat two seats ahead of me and since the school had people from the other side of the district I was mingling and just trying to make friends with some of the other newbies that I didn’t know.
I don’t actually remember the first time I met Chris, I just remember he was suddenly there in my circle of friends. I remember he was funny and cute and kind of reminded me of Ducky from Pretty in Pink (it was the mid 80’s after all). He was always listening to his walkman (the pre cursor to the iPod) with some sort of punk music blasting from the ear phones. He would wear shorts in the dead of winter (stil does) and he always wore his black Chuck Taylor’s.
I actually can’t recall exactly what she was wearing, but I’m sure this is pretty close. It was sweater over a t-shirt. Stretchy pants, leggings I think. Hey it was the mid 80’s. Anyway, she had shoulder length dark hair, and a big smile with dimples on either side. I think I knew then.
Then there was me. I was kind of scruffy. Jeans, my Converse Chuck Taylors, a jeans jacket. I was a punk rocker. Still am in many ways today.
After a few days of mingling and getting to know her I had decided that was a good time to ask her to lunch and a movie.NO!!! Rejected. As a consolation she had set me up with another classmate.
That one was a ginger and the first of many gingers in my life. Another story for another time.
Her name was Kathy and it turns out, she was kinda wacky.
Back to our story. We did hit it off and had a good friendship. By the time the next school year rolled around our original high school had been shut down and we were at a new school. By then her hair had gotten longer and she was a little taller. She was still just as beautiful as when I first saw her a year earlier. By this time we had been hanging around in the same circles and we had been getting to know each other better. So I figured that this was another opportune time to ask her out again.
Rejected. She set me up with someone else. Ugh. This time a blonde. This was where I learned that blondes would be my dating kryptonite. Yet another story for another time.
Her name was Heidi and it turns out, she was WACKED!
Well over the course of that year, bad relationships aside, we had common school social activities and just our regular group of friends that we hung out with. Perfect time to ask her out again.
Success!! She finally agreed. It was there that she revealed to me that she had continually dodged me (and everyone else for that matter) because she didn’t think that her parents would let her date. I remember that day well. I was wearing a white skirt, a blue sweater and a Mexican silver belt. I rocked it (again the 80’s – can you just picture the bangs?).
Well over the course of the last two years of high school, we dated and broke up and then dated more and broke up. It was crazy because with Karen we could always still be able to stay friendly and still hang out when we weren’t dating and it wasn’t awkward. It was great to be able to actually have a post relationship friendship that didn’t come with drama.
Post high school we kept in touch for a few years, but eventually we just lost touch. I kept in touch with her folks periodically.
Somewhere along the way came community college, massage licensing and a wife and two kids and then later a divorce. For her it was 2 years at a community college, then 3 years at WSU and a job that moved her to North Carolina for a year then moved her back.There was almost getting married to someone else.
Then something really awesome happened one night. A friend of mine from high school that I had been playing bagpipes with since high school called me during a time when my ex was wreaking havoc in my life. I needed this call. He was out at a local pub to see a band and he just had a feeling I needed to get out of the house. Man was he ever right. I got in my little VW and headed down to the pub and who was he with? Yes! Karen.
I remember our mutual friend telling me that Chris was going to be meeting us. He thought I would be mad because he had it in his head I hated Chris. Nope, I was fine with it. Chris pretty much didn’t say much and just hung around looking mad. I tried to get him to dance and have some fun but he wouldn’t. I thought letting loose would get him in a better mood. I finally went off and did my own thing, danced with some people and listened to the band.
We had both changed, but it’s funny how even though it had literally been 8 years since I had seen Karen, she was still just as beautiful to me. The best part was after the show we all went to an all night restaurant and had some food and a pot of coffee.
After the restaurant I ended following her back to her house and we actually spent all night catching up on the last 8 years of our lives.
A few months later we were moving in and deciding to give it a 3rd go and 3 years later we were getting married. We had our 6th wedding anniversary in April.
He also told me that he knew in high school we would eventually get married. I remember that phone conversation. That was the trip to Oregon in my dad’s Porche Boxter. I blogged about it here and here and here. He blogged about it here – CRAP – his blog is being really slow but he did, I swear!
That is one long ride if I say so covering 25 years. Sometimes we do wonder what would have happened if we had stayed together. What would have happened if one or both of us had done things just a little different. Would we be where we are now? Would we have even gotten back together a 3rd time or would we have been on different paths.
It really doesn’t matter. We’re pretty sure that this is the path that life intended for us. Funny how life had to teach us each some lessons before allowing us to be together. It’s been a long weird ride, but outcome is good currently and I’m sure we have well more than 25 more years ahead of us.
I often wonder if in a past life we were together.