Dew…My
husband Dew. What can I tell you about him? Let’s see, he was born
and raised in South Florida. He moved to my neck of the woods in 1987 or
so. We saw each other a few times but never met until I started to date
his roommate. We would stay on the phone until the wee hours of the
morning while the roommate/boyfriend was at work. We went through a lot
of different stages in our relationship. There would be years that I hated him
and his sarcastic ways and then years I would long to see him and his long
shiny hair (it was longer than mine J).
I then began a relationship with someone else and Dew moved in with his
girlfriend. We would still end up at the same hang outs and
parties. If our “significant other’s” were not there we would always end
up making out somehow. We even made out in his bathroom during a New
Year’s Eve party. So we finally dumped out baggage and decided “It’s you
and me babe”. We got married in 2004 while our family and friends
watched.
He
is an automotive technician and is very good at what he does. He doesn’t
always like it but it is what it is. We
like a lot of the same things; we both move music, we love to go camping, to
the drag races, and inviting my huge family over for the holidays. He rides a motorcycle and we like to jump on
it and ride to the coast and take a swim.
Dew is the kind of guy that will sneak into the bathroom, make a bubble
bath with a glass of wine and then come to tell me; “Your bath is ready”.
He is really good to me and we laugh A LOT. He has a great since of humor
and can sing like a bird. He is also the kind of guy that will watch
football until he falls asleep sitting up, that drives me insane! I’m
sure there are plenty of things about me that annoy him but he needs to keep
that shit to himself. I ain’t trying to hear all of that. We are a
match made in heaven, I think. Others might think differently but this is
my blog and what I say goes, right?
Hugs,
Char~
