With my 19th wedding anniversary taking place this month, I thought this would be a great time to produce my first-ever interactive monthly column. In other words, I want to know what you think. I want to know if what I am about to tell you was wrong. If you see me in the street or out somewhere, stop and tell me. Call me. My number is at the bottom of this piece. Email me if you have to but I want feedback!
I use the past tense of was because it is something I did back on July 15, 1992. And it involves my wife, and because there are close friends of mine who call me an idiot for saying this, I tell my wife everything about my past. Shell tell you I tell her too much stuff she doesnt want to know but she listens because ... well, when you talk as much as I do, the person with me really has no choice.
Back on Saturday, July 11, 1992, I met my wife for the first time ever at a place called Uriahs Pub in Altoona. The next day, I called her and asked her for a date, which she accepted. She was at home, living in Hollidaysburg, and I was living in Lewistown at the time where I worked. We were to go out on Saturday, July 18 for the first time. But there was one small thing that the former Ann Marie Kuhn did not know at the time -- I had a date to attend to on July 15.
You see, before I knew I was ever going to meet my future wife, I had a date set up in Lewistown. I had asked out a lady prior to ever meeting Ann Marie, and this woman had accepted. We were to go out on Wednesday, July 15. I saw no reason to cancel that date without knowing how things would turn out with my Blair County babe.
Lucky for me, that date turned out to be not so good. We went to dinner and a movie, and the lady was just way too quiet for me. And she seemed bored, too. Is that possible?
I tried to involve her in the conversation, but the lady wasnt biting, unless it had something to do with her meal. It was easy to see that neither one of us was interested so that thing ended quickly.
To make things more interesting, on Tuesday, July 14, I ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to my wife where she worked, telling her I was looking forward to our date. Was that wrong?
When she took the flowers home, her father told her to be wary of guys she meets at bars. Of course when she informed him that I was a sportswriter who covered Penn State football, the word wary dropped from his vocabulary. I think it was replaced by Hey, can he get tickets? Just kidding -- sort of.
My wife asked me once what would have happened had that date gone well, and to be honest, I dont know. Would I have dated two women at the same time? Could I have dated two women at the same time? For some of my married friends back then, they would have been living their former bachelor lives vicariously through me. I would have been a her to some.
But maybe God made my date with the Mifflin County woman go bad for a reason. Now that I think about it, that explains a lot of things because lets be honest for those of you who know me really well, can you imagine me NOT being entertaining on date? Ann Marie Kuhn couldnt and we have 19 years of marriage to prove it.
Scott Franco can be reached at 946-7528 or at firstname.lastname@example.org