My husband frequently tells me, and everyone else that he has loved me for 40 years, and that I am the girl he always dreamed of. So…
I met Jim in 1976. We sat next to each other in band. I was a bad oboe player and he played clarinet.
Why he fell in love with 7th grade me, I will never know. I can tell you I was an awkward, not overly popular band dweeb that spent her spare time practicing the piano, going to Girl Scouts and studying. I spent my summers at Tanglewood rather than going to summer camp or the beach (until Kim started inviting me to go on vacations with her family….she came to Tanglewood with us too). I wasn’t into make-up or fashion. I wasn’t athletic or even very graceful. Still shy on the graceful thing.
We were in band together from 7th to 12th grade…then I went off to college, and well…we saw each other on holiday breaks and summer.
During my wild ride to California, somehow, we kept in touch. No clue how that happened.
I lost touch with a lot of people in the New Jersey years. That’s a story for another time…however during those “lost” years, I always wondered where he was.
When I moved to the Carolinas, I had long lost touch with Jim, but every once in a while, if I ran into someone from “home” I would ask if they knew where he was at. Honestly, I got some of the CRAZIEST responses to that…he was a skinhead, he was a scary biker dude, he was dead….all kindsa crazy things. Nothing I could confirm though.
Enter Facebook back in like…2007 or something. I got a friend request from a high school band-mate that was followed up by a message which went something like this:
“You’ll never guess who is in my band…”
Yup. I messaged this friend my phone number and said, “Tell him to call me.”
We talked on the phone for a year or two or maybe more. Or less. One day, he was telling me how the plumbing work had dried up and I said, “Well, come visit for a couple of weeks and recharge your batteries…..”
We’ve been ecstatically happily married for almost four years. I wonder if I had just been blind for all those years. I mean, could I have been staring at my
soul mate for all that time and not realized we were meant to be together? My guess is yes.
All in all, I got my wish. My true love. My rock star. My soul mate.