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25 October 2006

How I Met My Husband, And Why He Should Have Run

Many, many years ago, my husband and I met. It was fate, it was kismet.I raced on an International 14 sailboat (a development-class dinghy capable of going up to 20 knots) every Thursday, and one evening I went down to meet my usual skipper. He said that he had tried to call me, but he couldn't get a hold of me (days before cell-phones.) He wasn't able to sail that night. That was okay- I could say hello to people and then go home. Someone told me that there was a guy looking for someone to sail with, and that's how we met.The 14 is a very squirrely boat- you look at it and it turtles. This was B's first time in one, and since I don't like to skipper, B was on the helm. He didn't believe me when I told him to drop the main NOW, and we capsized frequently and regularly. We were sailing in cold seawater, and even though we were wearing wetsuits, we got pretty cold.I was house-sitting for a friend about a half-hour north of the marina, and she always let me drive her car (a Volvo station wagon.) When I went back to the car, I found that I had locked the keys (including the house keys) in the car, along with all my clean, non-smelly clothes.B was nice enough to drive me in my smelly wet-suit (I never was a pretty sight in one) all the way up the house. I had to crawl in a window and unlock the house, and after I changed, we looked for a spare car key. We thought we had one, and then back down to the car.It wasn't a match. B then turned around once again and drove me to the house. I ended up calling a locksmith the next day.
Now, wouldn't you have run?

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Blogger Kara said...

That is disgustingly cute. Even amounts of disgustingness and even amounts of cuteness. But then, who am I to judge. No one, that's who.

25 October, 2006 16:15  
Anonymous INAMINI said...

Yea, it is cute, but I can still smell the saltwater wetsuit. Never could get it clean (before SCUBA Febreze).

25 October, 2006 16:18  
Blogger Lizza said...

That is so sweet. Lots better than having met him in another situation--say, a boring blind date. :-) Besides, he got to meet you in all your smelly wetsuit un-glory and see you do all those unsophisticated acts. Things were bound to get better after that, huh?

26 October, 2006 01:46  
Anonymous INAMINI said...

lizza- I don't know if things got better neccessarily- I've gone on to lock myself out of our houses and my cars very often! I guess you just need to laugh about it!

26 October, 2006 10:04  
Blogger Tillerman said...

Hey - you demonstrated that you were an awesome sailor but still a poor helpless female needing help from a brave, caring, resourceful male. Sounds like an unbeatable combination to me - no wonder you hooked him.

28 October, 2006 12:56  

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