One night the boat docked early in a little town called Natchez, Mississippi, the oldest town on the Mississippi River. After the dinner service the crew invited my sister and I out for a night on the town.. which consisted of visiting a little rinky-dink 200 year old tavern former brothel on the shore of the river called Under The Hill Saloon. It was the night before St. Patrick's day and the drinks were flowing. (Mind you, as a rare drinker, it only took one or two beverages for me to become 'tipsy'.)
I was standing at the bar looking at the bartender, thinking what freakishly large sausage looking fingers he had (could have just been my blurred vision), when this very tall good looking blond guy came up to me, grabbed my right hand, and kissed it. My stomach did a little flip flop at the romantic gesture. I had been noticing this guy during my trip so far mostly because of how tall he was (which I later found out was 6'7"). He was part of the wait staff on the boat. We spent the rest of the evening hanging out and talking and laughing.
For the next 3 nights of my trip, after the dinner service, he and I would sneak off together and talk for hours.. I say sneak because this was a five star cruise and the staff was strictly told to not fraternize with the guests. On the last night of the trip we kissed. I was head over heels. This guy was everything I had been looking for in a guy.. funny, witty, romantic, thoughtful.. I could go on and on but I fear I'm already boring you. :) We exchanged phone numbers and returned home to our respective ends of the country. Me to California, he to Florida.
So in a nut shell.. I guess I basically met my husband while drunk at a bar! I love him and my daughter and upcoming son more than life itself. Happy Anniversary, my sweet husband!