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Jul. 8th, 2002
you know...
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:30 pmit just makes me nervous when a woman's hipbones are more prominent than her boobs.
'snot fair
Jul. 8th, 2002 05:49 pmi posted a few days ago about some pictures my aunt sent, including a wonderful old portrait of my mother.
i haven't got a scanner, but it occurred to me to try photographing the photograph with my digital camera, and hey, it came out really well.
i mentioned, right, how much i wish i looked more like her? sigh.
on the other hand, there is a distinct resemblance in the failure to smile for the camera.
i haven't got a scanner, but it occurred to me to try photographing the photograph with my digital camera, and hey, it came out really well.
i mentioned, right, how much i wish i looked more like her? sigh.
on the other hand, there is a distinct resemblance in the failure to smile for the camera.
my dad says that the first time he saw my mother, he knew he was going to marry her.
why is it that guys always say that?
anyway, she was working as a dress model at a fancy department store in Washington DC, and my dad's mother used to shop there. she was so impressed with my mother's (absolutely impeccable) style and deportment that she went home and told my father "you've just got to meet Zimmer!" (my mother's nametag had only her last name on it.) my dad agreed, so his mother fixed them up on a date.
when he was driving her home, the wine from dinner suddenly caught up with her and she threw up in his lap. and he asked her out again anyway. that's true love, baby. so they went out for a few months, and then he proposed and she said yes. and he's adored her unconditionally ever since.
why is it that guys always say that?
anyway, she was working as a dress model at a fancy department store in Washington DC, and my dad's mother used to shop there. she was so impressed with my mother's (absolutely impeccable) style and deportment that she went home and told my father "you've just got to meet Zimmer!" (my mother's nametag had only her last name on it.) my dad agreed, so his mother fixed them up on a date.
when he was driving her home, the wine from dinner suddenly caught up with her and she threw up in his lap. and he asked her out again anyway. that's true love, baby. so they went out for a few months, and then he proposed and she said yes. and he's adored her unconditionally ever since.
my mom says she was working in a department store as a dress model, and one of her customers told her "you just have to meet my son." so she agreed to a date, because she was really low on cash and found dating as often as possible to be a useful money-saving technique.
she thought my dad was very smart and handsome, but she really wasn't thinking in terms of serious relationships; she was still hoping to go back to college and finiish her degree. but he kept asking her out, even after she threw up in his lap, and she figured, hey, free dinner.
then she got pneumonia and was so sick she lost her job. she couldn't even afford to go to the doctor. so my dad took her to the doctor and paid her rent and made sure she'd be okay. and she thought, "here's a man who will really take care of me." so when he proposed, she said yes.
"boy, was that a mistake," she says. she's regretted the decision ever since, and wishes she'd married that handsome Iranian diplomat she used to date.
she thought my dad was very smart and handsome, but she really wasn't thinking in terms of serious relationships; she was still hoping to go back to college and finiish her degree. but he kept asking her out, even after she threw up in his lap, and she figured, hey, free dinner.
then she got pneumonia and was so sick she lost her job. she couldn't even afford to go to the doctor. so my dad took her to the doctor and paid her rent and made sure she'd be okay. and she thought, "here's a man who will really take care of me." so when he proposed, she said yes.
"boy, was that a mistake," she says. she's regretted the decision ever since, and wishes she'd married that handsome Iranian diplomat she used to date.
it's a strange world
Jul. 8th, 2002 06:08 pmmy parents' story aside, i have noticed a distinct parallel between people throwing up on the first date and ending uip married. on my first date with my ex-husband, i was so nervous i had to go to the ladies room to hurl. i've talked to several other people who've had similar experiences.
go figure.
go figure.