LOVE AT FIRST SITE? NONSENSE
Though a hopeless romantic since I started reading Barbara Cartland’s Regencies at the tender age of thirteen, I didn’t believe in love at first site.
Oh, the notion worked in romance novels but real life? Not so much.
My sister convinced me to go on a blind date with a guy she knew. He was the cousin of her boyfriend’s best friend’s girlfriend.
Got that? I’ll wait while you read it again.
Anyhow, the date wasn’t a disaster except for him having to push my rear-end into his truck that had a gargantuan lift kit on it. I was in a dress and heels. Not a sexy or graceful way to begin a first date.
As I write this, I realize it was exactly thirty-three years ago today, January seventeenth, that he asked me to marry him, a whopping two and half weeks after we met. He hid my engagement ring in a box of McDonald Land cookies.
I thought it was a fake ring like a Cracker Jack prize.
I call hubby my red-neck rogue, because the first bouquet he ever gave me was a handful of pheasant tail feathers, and his compliments, though well-meaning, often miss their mark.
For instance, “I like your stench,” and “You’re not that fat for a woman your age,” are two actual examples of his less than poetic praise.
Award winning, bestselling historical author, Collette Cameron admits to a quirky sense of humor, loves trivia, flowers, inspirational quotes, anything cobalt blue, Cadbury Milk Chocolate, and makes her home in Oregon with her husband and five mini-dachshunds. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.