Vodka was always with me and everyone that knew me also knew my baby, Vodka.
I could write a book on all the adventures we had together but this story is about how I met Greg.
In 1984 I was walking Vodka to the park that was at the front of our subdivision and as I walked by this ugly townhouse, I decided to try to meet whomever
lived in the ugly townhouse. (There was this curve that you had to drive around his place and all you would ever see were these little brown bags in the plant window. Nothing else…. Just those little brown bags.) Anyway, I wanted to know why and what they were doing in that window. It just looked like trash. Not to mention that the townhouse was painted the worst color in the world. (Baby poop green)
I can remember walking by and driving by and riding my bike by but I could never see anyone at home. There was never a car there. Finally one day while I was walking with Vodka, I saw this guy digging in the dirt. I said hello, and he said hello, and that was it. I kept on walking to the park and then on the way back to my house, I had to past the ugly house again, (there was only one way in and one way out of the subdivision) and this time the guy said hello again and bent down to meet Vodka, my doggie!
Vodka seemed to like him and as he stood up, I ask him what he was doing digging in the dirt. He explained that he wanted to expand his deck so that he could park his TR6 under it like a carport! I said oh that’s great! Then I built up enough courage to ask him why he had those ugly brown bags in his plant window, and he said, “oh those… They are full of different nails that I’m using to design the deck/carport.”
Then Vodka and I continued on our way home. The next time I saw him he ask my name and I was so impressed that he remember my name and would use it often as we spoke to each other. I’ll never forget the first time that he ask me out….
I was riding my bike and just waved as I passed by and he got in his car and drove beside me and then got out and came over to me and said, “may I be direct” it kinda scared me and so I said, “OK” and then he said, “will you have dinner with me some night” I didn’t know what to say, but before I could say anything he said that he was going to be gone and if I wanted to go to dinner with him to put a business card of mine into his mailbox. And if I didn’t want to go then I didn’t have to leave a card in his mailbox.
Later that day I left one of my business cards in his mailbox.
After several hours of thinking about – leaving my card- I went back to his mailbox to take my card back out of his mailbox, but Greg had already gotten it out - because it was empty.
Days later Greg called me to go to Dinner
