Earlier this week, as I was reading all the blog posts that participated in our Link Up Thursdays, I
came across a great story of how a woman met her husband 19 years ago. And then I realized, I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I met my husband.
It was 2003 and I was visiting the hair salon of a woman I’d met through one of my closest friends. She’d been going to this salon for fifteen years and I loved her hair so I decided to give her stylist a try.
At the time, I was the business manager and minority owner of one of the hottest fine dining restaurants in the Los Angeles/Beverly Hill area (said Los Angeles Magazine and the L.A. Times – not me 
) and it kept me busy and on my toes at all times. So every time I came to get my hair done, I did so with laptop and cell phone in hand and usually spent no more than 10 minutes talking to anyone.
That was, until the day I rushed out the office to make it to my appointment and didn’t have time to grab my laptop and forgot my cell phone. Sitting in the salon chair, it was like foreign territory. I would actually have to engage my not-so-new stylist. As an introvert who loves nothing more than to get her hair done in peace, let’s just say I wasn’t expecting the conversation that came next.
With my head leaned back in the wash bowl and the stylist shampooing my hair, she began talking to me about my career. ”I can’t imagine how successful you’re going to be when you’re my age if you’re this good at business at such a young age.” She was trying to strike up a conversation but knew nothing about me other than all the calls she’d overheard as I was talking to staff, chefs, business partners, etcetera. (Don’t worry, I’m not that loud, rude person in the salon talking on her phone. I was probably the quietest person in the shop…mainly because the shop was so loud.)
My answer surprised her. I told her that I had no desire to be a super successful business woman. It was just all I’d ever known. ”My hearts desire,” I told her, “is to be an excellent mom and an excellent wife.” Without so much as missing a beat, she responded, “You have to meet my son!” Now, let me tell you that’s the last thing I wanted to hear from the person putting shampoo in my hair who had me in complete submission because I could not move.
For the next hour, she talked nonstop about her son (who, if listening to her describe him, was just a little lower than the angels) and then asked if she could have my telephone number. Awkward.
I told her yes but then slipped out the front door at the end of my appointment before she could notice I was leaving. This went on for several appointments until I finally relented and gave her my telephone number.
But then, her son didn’t call.
To be continued on Tuesday…
Until tomorrow…make it a great day!
Why I Love My Husband (the never-ending list):
89. He is so sexy in a sweatsuit while chewing gum (don’t ask my why this turns me on, it just does ).
90. He puts he toilet seat down (although he forgot this morning, that’s rare) and cleans off the wash basin after shaving.
91. He’s always working to improve himself for the better.
92. He’s always trying harder to make the life of our family even better.
93. He loves my mother and my five siblings and treats them as his own.
94. He tells me “I love you” no less than 10 times a day (not kidding).
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