Married Several Times
I knew what I was doing when I hoisted myself onto the barstool next to him. He would not remember me, but I had the cutest story to remind him, even cuter than he was. It was Sunday and there were one dollar Rolling Rocks at the restaurant across the street from the laundry mat in my neighborhood. Not a bad way to pass the time between cycles.
Jay had been one of the Assistant Principals at the first high school I worked at in town. I was on the campus for underclassmen and he was on the campus for upperclassmen. As I shimmied my bar stool closer to the bar, he turned and caught my eye. Smiling, I said “Hi, Mr. Brown.” With squinting eyes, as if to focus, he cocked his head and smiled. “Don’t worry, it has been a few years, we worked together at North.” He casually put his head down and bashfully, but flirtatiously said he did not remember. Being there was about a decade and a pinch between us, I think he may have been relieved that I was not a former student.
My beer arrived, and I treated him to the story of the day I was on the ‘big kid’ campus to turn in some coaching paperwork when the bell rang and he urged me to “go to class young lady.” When I turned to face him and he saw the faculty badge he was as embarrassed that day as he was amused this day. We shared some friendly banter and laughter. I went to switch loads, fearful he would not be there when I returned. I was pleased when I found him right where I left him. We exchanged numbers, as I knew my laundry would be crispy dry and my afternoon beer enjoyment would be wrapping up. He slid off his stool with a kiss to my cheek and a promise to call. As I summoned my check I was charmed to find that Mr. Brown had paid for my Rolling Rocks and late afternoon snack while I was switching my last load. Nice move, very nice move.
He kept his promise and we had a few wonderful low key dates. I knew that he was divorced with a preteen and teenager. This did not bother me. I always thought I would be a great step-mom. Every other weekend would be just fine with me. I could be the cool step-mom that they would tell everything to. After all I was the cool teacher that wished her students wouldn’t tell her so much. I secretly hoped they would like me enough to take care of me in old age.
married several times
I knew that the husband of one of the staff trainers at my school worked with Jay, so I did some poking around as casually as only I can. Which is basically “Hey Martha, your husband works with Jay Brown, what can you tell me?” While Martha was excited to hear I was dating, she did make a remark about the age difference. And then…”you know he has been married three times. That would make you his fourth wife if this keeps going.”
I liked him. I liked him quite a bit. But I certainly did not want to be anyone’s fourth wife if he was going to be my first husband and only. I am old school on this one; I am only doing it once. The lesson here, vet him, just like a political candidate. If you have the means from a reliable and hopefully discreet source check out your beau! I wish him the best in finding a companion. Sorry Mr. Brown, it was just not going to be this girl.
Author Long Legs
Topic: married several times