After being married to my first husband for 21 years, I was divorced, with five children. I met my second husband six years later.
A co-worker, who had already matched up three of her friends,with friends of her husband and all three married, told me that she knew someone who would be perfect for me. She was a young girl in her 20's, but had a knack as a matchmaker.
She had worked in his office previously. She said that he had
been separated from his wife for a year. I was reluctant because I did not date men who were separated. I felt that a separated
couple could get back together.
Well, it was close to a year before she introduced us. He was
still separated and getting a divorce. She had to think of a way to get us to meet.
At the time, he was Associate DPW Commissioner and his
main job was running the city cemetary, overlooking the greenhouses, landscaping and running the maintenance department of all the trucks and equipment. He also was in charge of all the burials and funerals that took place there. It is
a huge cemetary, over 200 years old, beautiful with lots of trees and a pond.
She came up with an idea to make an appointment to see him
to discuss her family's burial plots and disputes with aunts. My mother had passed away the previous winter and with frozen ground in January, they could not install her gravestone. Now it was May. I wanted to bring flowers to my mother's grave for Mothers' Day and her stone still had not been placed yet. I left the flowers where I thought her plot was.
On May 18th, we went to her appointment at his office. She
introduced us and discussed her matter. Then I asked if my mother's stone had been set yet. He drove us to the section where my mother was buried. I had left the flowers at the right place. Holly sat in the front seat with him and I sat in the back.
Meeting him was not what I expected. He was older and had
gray and white hair and blue eyes, like Phil Donahue. Suit and
tie, very professional and I did'nt think that he had taken any
special notice of me. He was so opposite anyone that I had dated while single. I was attracted to the dark Mediterranean type.I left them both and had to stop at the supermarket on the way home.
When I got home, my son said "Holly wants you to call her right away". So I did. She said " He was so impressed with you. He wants to know if he can call you." I said, well he seems like a gentleman, okay, he can call. I did'nt think that he took that much notice of me. I wasn't really attracted to him.
He did call me that night and asked if he could take me to
dinner in two days. I agreed. When he picked me up, he asked if I was related to a man who had the same last name as I had.
I said yes, that is my ex-husband. He told me that he had hired
my ex to work in his department on the same day we met at his office. He was a very attentive, charming gentleman and we liked a lot of the same things.
We were married two years later, in June on my mother's
birthday. Next month is our 31st anniversary.
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