Talk about timing…grin…
I’m glad the weekend is over because my friend was really getting stressed out over the smallest things (like when her fiancé suggested a different first song after she had already sent the request to the DJ and how her wedding cake was going to taste since it was made a week in advance). I can’t really complain or chastise her, though, because I remember doing the same type of things for mine. I remember poring over ever little detail and stressing about losing weight (heaven forbid!) and my dress not fitting right. I remember staying the night before the big day at my Maid of Honor’s house and crashing at 9 pm while she and my Bride’s Maid soaked in the hot tub. I also remember wishing I had been a LOT more vocal about wanting bubbles after some “pain-in-the-neck” wedding guest dumped a bucket of bird seed over the top of my head as we were leaving the church. Have you ever noticed how much that stuff itches? Try wearing it with a 20 pound satin dress…
But these are all memories that I can now look back on and smile without wanting to break the leg of the guy with the bucket. I can flip through the pages of my wedding album and remember each of those sweet milestones as the day progressed. The stress and frustration I endured during those weeks before “the big day” are reduced to fond blips that make the memories that much more fun to talk about now.
Of course, every wedding has to begin with that first meeting. The first time your eyes met his when you were bussing tables at the local restaurant. The first time you over-filled his dad’s coffee and then looked on in mortification as everyone jumped up to avoid the hot liquid quickly making its way to the edge of the table. Ahhhh. Memories… I really wish my husband would quit bringing this one up…
Those first impressions are hard to forget. I’ll share one from one of my manuscripts with you.
“Elizabeth? Elizabeth Andrews?”
Jessie’s stomach plummeted as the familiar voice reached her ears. Her fingers tightened involuntarily on the glass she held in her hand.
The rough southern drawl dredged up memories long ago buried. Just the thought of graduation night had the heat rising between her legs. A night of teenage indulgence that she’d tried to walk away from without looking back.
Lifting the water-filled glass to her lips; she downed the liquid. Staying in character, she scrunched her face, but couldn’t help wishing it had been a real shot of tequila. She was definitely going to need it.
“Jessie! Get rid him. He’ll blow your cover.”
Her partner’s voice blared at her from the tiny speaker hidden inside her ear. Yeah right. He talks as if that would be an easy task.
Jessie signaled the bartender for a refill. The undercover cop sauntered over and pulled out the decoy bottle. With a nod of his head toward the man Jessie didn’t want to acknowledge, he said, “You’ve got company, doll.”
Jessie groaned inwardly at what she was about to do, but a year perfecting this sting was not going to be ruined because of her. Pasting a sickening sweet smile on her lips, she turned.
Holy cow! The smile wavered as she took in the Greek God standing before her. Alexander Handley had turned into one smoking hot specimen. Of its own accord, her gaze ran down the hard length of the “man” standing well over six-foot tall.
Gone was the lean lanky teenager and in his place stood the God, Atlas, himself. Jet black hair, bottle green eyes, smooth tan skin. The black t-shirt he wore molded perfectly to the hard pumped up biceps and a smooth flat stomach. Like his Greek counterpart, Alex looked like he could hold the weight of the world on those shoulders. If it weren’t for his green eyes and that sexy voice, she’d think she had the wrong guy.
Great! Take it easy Jessie. If she didn’t get her tongue back in her mouth, she’d never get rid of him. The thought of what she had to do made her stomach twist into a knot, but already she could feel several suspicious eyes looking their way.
Keeping in character, she raised an eyebrow and let her lecherous gaze wonder slowly back up his thick thighs. She titled her head to the side and with the whisky-roughened voice perfected over the past year, purred, “You lookin’ for a date, sugar?”
Fun, huh? Talk about a memorable moment. So, tell me about your first meeting with your significant other. Was it as exciting (or mortifying) as my heroine’s or mine? 10 points to anyone who can top scalding their future father-in-law…grin…