A Date with Destiny

This week's Writer's Post Blog Hop host is Suzy at Someday Somewhere and the topic is Destiny.

 
      Have you ever had a date with destiny?  Sixteen years ago I was wishing my date with destiny would hurry up and arrive.  Truthfully, I was sick of waiting.  I decided at that point in my life to visit a local tarot card reader just for $hits and giggles to see if she had any clue about which direction my life was going to take.  I wanted to find someone to spend my forever with.  I wanted to get married and have kids.  I didn’t want anything out of the ordinary.  It is not like I wanted to fly to the moon or something equally preposterous.  I just wanted to be normal.  I was 28 years old and sick and tired of waiting for Mr. Wonderful to come along.  I was at the end of my rope. 

 

       The tarot card reader told me that a man was going to come into my life and that he was going to become a very important part of it.  He held the key to my destiny and I would meet him soon.  With little hope of actually happening on this mystery man I decided to take matters into my own hands and to pay a dating service to hook me up with a man.  With good faith, I passed out 500.00 and waited for Mr. Right to come along.  I knew that if he didn’t in this last ditch effort, then I was done.  I would happily surround myself with cats and become a hermit living out the rest of my days on top of a hill somewhere.  I had it all planned out.  That was my back up plan.  I was tired of screwing around and was ready for destiny to step in.  It was time to $hit or get off the pot.

 

 
   Matchmaker sent me a lot of duds.  There was one guy I met at a local Mexican restaurant that I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him that there was no way in hell he was the one.  I figured he could buy me dinner regardless and made sure I came off just as wild as I possibly could.  He was a CPA and looked it.  Needless to say, it was pretty obvious he never wanted to see me again and the feeling was mutual.  By the time I got the little piece of paper telling me the next man I was to meet would be a truck mechanic I had just about had it.  My views had become jaundiced.  By that point I was certain that anyone I would meet through the dating service was going to be a nightmare.   I felt drawn to his name and the piece of paper in spite of my misgivings considering my luck thus far.

 

        When he finally called me, we hit it off like a house on fire.  We talked on the phone all night long.  By then, he wanted to meet me.  I was afraid.  I was afraid that if he was that nice of a guy, he probably would have been scary as hell to look at.  I didn’t want to rush into it after all my other disappointments.  There had to be something wrong with him, so I put him off.  After he hung up saying he was going riding on his 4 wheeler, I had almost an instantaneous change of heart.  I had to meet him!!  I felt he was my destiny.  I waited all day and called him again that night.  It was after 9, but I was desperate to meet him and he agreed to come over immediately to see me.

 

       As soon as I opened the door and saw him, I knew he was my destiny.   He must have felt the same because within 3 months we were engaged and the rest is history.  He has been there to see me through the good, the bad, and life’s ups and downs.  He was my destiny then, and now two kids, and 16 years later he is still my destiny and always will be until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.