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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

My First Cell Phone Conversation Ever

Monday night I met with dear friends of mine to plan the rest of our homeschooling year.  Dear friends, good food - and a conversation that reminded me of my love at home, waiting for me.  Plans had been made for my return.

We ladies began discussing cell phones.  Which always makes me remember my first cell phone conversation ever. 

We're talking of marriage today over at Ann's.  Her post is beautiful.  Mine is not beautiful, no words that will sing to your soul.  But it's fun, and it carries me back to the folds of days past, which makes it beautiful to me.  Days when my eyes first beheld - him.  The man who would capture my heart and never let go.

It's a repost from the archives.  But I hope you enjoy again . . .

I dropped my cell phone today, for the hundredth time, in the rain even. One of these days when I have to tell He's Too Good To Me that I drop my phone - often - and on that occasion it will have passed on to gadget heaven, I will remind him that he loves me.

I remember my first car phone experience. I thought car phones were for those kind of people. You know the ones - $$$$.

The first car phone call I ever received was from He's Too Good To Me, February 26, 1988 - A day after meeting him. Remember this post? Pillow Talk.

There was a lot of static and background noise on the mobile phone and this was the conversation.

"This is Marie."

"Hey, this is Gregg, we met yesterday at the Groves' house."

my heart skips

chit chat

"Where are you?"

"In the truck."

"How are you calling me?"

"From the mobile."

"What mobile?"

"The mobile phone in the truck."

chit chat while I'm thinking to myself . . .

I thought car phones were for those kind of people.  Is he one of those kind?  mmmm . . . $$$.  If he is, this is good.  Looks, chivalry, and $$$

My ship has come in, my boat is floating, my cookies have been frosted, my fancy has been tickled, my need has been met, my . . . 

"What? Oh, I can't tonight. I've got supper at my sister's."

"Can I come?"

What? Did he just invite himself? Rude. But . . . mobile . . . my . . .

"Sure, I guess, if you'd like."

say you'd like, say you'd like

"Yeah, and afterwards we could go see a late movie."

Heart flutters, knees weak.

chit chat - time, directions, etc.  Do you have money?  To myself, I said that to myself.  Gimme a break.

At the end of that evening when he opened the car door for me and I got out he picked me up and carried me to the front porch and kissed me perfectly.

Girls, I don't recommend this. Don't kiss on the first date. String 'em along a little.

Fast forward two weeks to March 10, 1988.

"Will you marry me?"

Sure - you gorgeous, chivalrious, absolutely penniless guy with your dad's mobile phone.

"Yes"

Love you honey - by the way, I dropped my phone in the rain.




3 comments:

Lisa notes... said...

Your words ARE beautiful and they do sing to my soul. And make me laugh too. I love this! :-)

Dianna said...

I LOVE this! Not sure why you think your words aren't beautiful...but they are from where I'm sitting as a reader...perfectly beautiful.

Craig said...

I’m visiting from Ann’s today – I’m working y way down the list, sorry it’s taken do long to get to you, but I’m glad I got here. :)

The ’88 car phone – oh I remember it well. And so true – only “special” people had them.

And yours was – charming, made me smile.

Thank you.

God Bless you and your hubs and your marriage

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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