In the fall of 1982, I was the District Sales Manager for NorthStar, a small mini-computer company from northern California (anyone within the sound of my voice remember them?) I had a office in an executive suite in Irvine, where I befriended many of my office mates. These were casual friendships that developed around the water cooler and the telex machine (yup, no fax machine back then!) The introduction to Howard came from one of these neighbor/friends. I’ll call him Sheldon (because that’s his name.)
If you ask hubby how we met, he’ll say it is all because of the Irvine rapist. Google reminds me that Irvine reported eighteen rapes that year. Because of the fear gripping the community, the Irvine Police Department was fielding dozens of calls from anxious homeowners wanting to know what they could do. Sheldon was one of those callers. And the PD referred him to Howard, who owned a burglar alarm company. When twenty-something, single, Jewish Howard came to Sheldon’s home to sell him a burglar alarm, Sheldon’s thoughts turned to me: his twenty-something, single, Jewish friend from the executive suite.
In making the introduction, Sheldon explained that Howard had his own business, and lived oceanfront in Laguna Beach. Being a homeowner, I assumed this meant Howard was also a homeowner. Alas, he did not come with oceanfront property. I grudgingly accepted this fact, and three years later we wed. Fast forward, our two kids have left the nest, and we just celebrated our twenty-seventh wedding anniversary with a month-long trip/cruise to Asia. Isn’t it odd that such a casual acquaintance was responsible for setting us up?
How did you meet your spouse? Let me know in the comments section below. This post is part of a GenFab blog hop. My first blog hop EVER!