A celebration 15 years in the making.

Scott and I met on a night that was not meant for the two of us. I just had surgery on my right shoulder and was staying with my mom during the summer. Scott was working concrete with Bret and had come down the hill for a night on the town. His kids were at his mom's house and he was free for 2 weeks. Since I was in the lovely shoulder brace for a month, Darrah helped me with my makeup. While we were in the bathroom getting all dolled up, I heard him come in and I had this strange feeling that I had to remember meeting him. We all went to Rusty's, had some beverages (maybe more than some), he & Bret went back to the house to get some sleep, while D and I continued our night. The next day rolls around and Darrah calls and asks what I am doing. Umm, not much. I can't. She tells me Scott is on his way down the hill on his bike (motorcycle) to see me, so I should get over there. She said other words, but I am keeping it PG. Ha! Yea, right, like I was going anywhere. 40 minutes goes by and she calls again asking where I was. I tell her I am coming (I had zero intention of going- I was in a cami tank, Kool-Aide man boxers, and no make-up. The exact opposite of what he had seen the night before). 5 minutes later, D calls again, Mom answers & tells her she's kicking me out. Fine. I walk over there and I see him leaning up against his Harley. His arms and legs were crossed and he was looking all kinds of sexy. Damn. Sorry, darn. I say hey, what's up, and go in the house. He got my number before he left and here we are today. His story is a tad different, and there are other details, but as I said, PG.