Speaking of hot chicks, my tatted up, degreed, Harley bike riding, super long legged wife and I are about to celebrate “the big one”. Hard to explain, but for us, our 11th anniversary has a special meaning.
I didn't get married until I was 38. Knew lots of women, live with a few, but never connected rightly. One lost night sitting in a bar called Willhoites (you might know the place Wheel) one of my controls engineers show up with this long legged, black dress wearing, piece of calico that I could not take my eyes off of. You know the story of how their beautiful and lovely until they open their mouth? Well this time it went the other way.
The short story is she never met a man who had the meddle to be with her more than 10 years. When we married, she said she just wanted to the our 11th anniversary.
We were married 11/11/00. And on 11/11/11 we will be marred 11 years to the day.
So come November 11th, raise your glass to the engineer and school teacher who finally found the right person.
Life is good.
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