1999: When Steve met Somara

Can’t believe I’ve never posted over this little annual ritual-celebration! I know we always go out to dinner to mark this milestone and before we were married, I think it was mandatory. Sadly, the Chili’s off US 183 is gone, they moved to a more desirable spot off I-35 once the Owen’s failed, so we can’t return to the scene of the crime! This may also be a sign of progress in the eyes of others but to them I say, it could have been worse, Applebee’s, blech!

I’m wearing my Babs Bunny sweatshirt for the occasion because I wore it then. Why? How else would Somara know who I was in a crowded, after-hours casual dining restaurant? It was probably some kind of litmus test too. I don’t like anyone telling me how to dress. I will accept pointers (Ethan and Jose have good instincts) or advice (Sonia and Helen understand the color thing) but that’s it.

Obviously, we hit it off pretty well. I thought Somara was pretty cool despite one of her first questions being rather awkward; you will have to ask her what it was, I still find it rather weird and puzzling but I fielded it successfully thanks to Dr. Judy! Somara was also recovering from the previous jerk boyfriend of the previous year so she must have been rolling the dice big time to meet me. I on the other hand was back on the trial period with Match.com since I had paid off my car repairs; I planned on subscribing anyway. Before her, there were a couple women I actually met in person yet nothing panned out for one of us, it wasn’t always them deciding I was a frog.

What’s the plan tonight? TGIFriday’s, my nephew Nick’s favorite place. We have a coupon for an appetizer. Hopefully a side trek to Rogue’s Gallery to take in their first anniversary celebrations, they’ve got Guitar Hero happening! We need to pick up our books we like too. I think we’ll shoot for a movie over the weekend at Alamo as well. On to a decade after we hit five years of marriage in July. No more staying until the place closes with another hour in the parking lot yapping. We have a warm house and three cats to continuing getting to know each other conversing.

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