Her former boyfriend also lived in Fort Lauderdale. A few months later, they made up. She came back to Florida, and they shared an apartment. It didn’t last. They had a fight, and he moved out.

Then she asked if I’d move in. “It wouldn’t mean any sex,” she said, “We’d just be roommates.”

Friends or not, it didn’t seem right. So I told her “no.” She took my decision well. But her grandfather didn’t! Angered, he tripled my rent. I couldn’t afford that, so I found a young man who needed a roommate, and moved.

‘Christopher’ attended Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church, and often invited members of its young adult group to weekend dinners. I didn’t know any of them, so I usually went for walks while they visited. But one April night I had to finish my income tax, so I stayed and met his guests – including my present wife, Yvonne!

As we dated, we discovered she’d grown up in the same Chicago neighborhood I would have if my mother had lived. She’d worked in two Chicago banks, and my father had had accounts in both. She’d opened his account at one, and, after his death, closed it at the other. We’d probably seen each other once at one of those banks, though we hadn’t met. And, shortly before we met, we’d each prayed “God, would you send me someone I can love?”

It’ll be 31 years next month.

We both were involve with Campus Crusade for Christ and we dated about half the girls in CCC, and never ended up finding a wife there,(but the stories we could tell.)

Ten years later, I met my wife in the finals of a nine ball tournament in Houston, TX.

We were both dating someone else at that time and neither she or I thought we were a good match.

We just both liked playing pool. So we just started hanging out as buddies, watching football together, talking about our relationship problems, life, giving each other advise, and we ended up becoming best friends.

The rest is history,(and a long story), but I ended up marrying my best friend and getting two wonderful kids out of it too.

(But oh, how your blog makes me miss Kentucky and Tennessee.)

Jim………..

Des’s last blog post..Jon and Kate; It’s Not Too Late!

ginger’s last blog post..The search continues…

Everybody always tells me how great the making up part is, but i kind of like not having to go through the tension of the fight in the first place. My first wife and I did enough fighting to last a lifetime, and unfortunately the making up wasn’t as great as everyone told me it would be.

pete wilson’s last blog post..The Tree Between Two Dorms

Robin’s last blog post..Aging Gracefully…Forty~Something

haha, “check on your girlfriend!!”

i wonder who many time true love waites was said in this video?! hah

They met at a drive-in diner in the ’50′s. My mom was the waitress on roller skates – my dad was in his way cool turquoise convertable sytlin’ car with his friends… can we say “Grease”?