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Title: Our Love Story
I just hung up the phone. My husband, at the time my new date, had just invited me to the Polo Match. I looked at my best friend from High School, who had swollen eyes from crying, and told her about my invitation.
She didn’t want me to go. She needed me, like she always needed me to do something for her. I was tired of that, and worn out by her crises, demands and ultimatums. I had to choose right then and there…stay, and hold my friend’s hand, like I always did, or go off to the Polo Match with this new, very interesting and charming man.
I knew my decision would be the demise of our friendship. I called him back on the phone and said, “Yes, I’ll go to the Polo Match.”
My husband and I talk about this moment every Valentine’s Day. He had been pursuing me for a bit, and I wasn’t really playing hard to get on purpose, but was just in a strange place in my life.
I was tired from school and work beating me down. I went to school full-time, and worked full-time to pay for it, and those bottom of the totem pole jobs after 4 years made me tough and cynical. I had dealt with sexually harassing managers and back stabbing co-workers. I was limping with tendinitis from too much ballet as a dance major, my car was broken down, and there was no way I was going to be able to produce improvised movement that represented a “tiger that wants to be a tree, that wants to be a tiger” for my modern dance professor. It just wasn’t in me.
I was different from everyone around me, I thought differently, I acted differently, and I had nothing in common with anyone near me, not even my best friend.
Except this new, interesting and charming man, who was like a breath of fresh air. So wise, so calming and soothing to talk to, and he seemed to think the same way I did.
I didn’t know that he was growing tired of chasing me, and that if I said no to the Polo Match, he was just going to move on. There were other dates he could take.
That was our make or break moment.
So here we are going on 20 years together, and tonight at Valentine’s Day dinner, we’ll bring up this story.