Monday, December 3, 2012

A New York Tale: How I Met My Husband


We met cute....

“Could you hand that can of Coke to Bob Trotta?” 
“Who?” 
“That guy over there.” 

And so I did--And through the chain link fence of a concrete ballfield on 34th and 1st, I caught the first glimpse of my future husband.

We worked for the same publishing firm--but I was in editorial and he was in accounting, so our paths had never crossed before that day. And the only reason we did manage to meet was because a friend of mine talked me into joining the company softball team to help get my mind off of the boyfriend who had just broken up with me.

“It will be fun,” she said.
“But I don’t know how to play softball,” I countered.
“No matter--you’ll learn. And you’ll make some new friends.”

And so it went. 

We would meet after work and all take the subway up to Central Park--once a week to practice, and once a week to play against other publishing companies. (Did anyone notice that I would position myself right behind him in the outfield, as he stood in the infield so that I could get a good view of his...”back?”) And after the games we would all usually head to a bar. While everyone was chatting and drinking, I was swooning. (Didn’t anyone else notice the slight crinkle around his eyes when he smiled?)  And then it was just the two of us leaving together. A classic New York City tale. Yuppies working, playing softball (I never really did perfect my softball skills), drinking...and falling in love.

After a while we would meet for lunch and sit on benches that lined the FDR Drive. We were very different--our backgrounds, our experiences, our religions. And so we were cautious. I was cautious. I worried that the differences would outweigh the similarities and eventually tear us apart.  But there was something there --a spark, a genuineness that I had not seen in so many of the others I had dated. And the more time we spent together, the less “different” those differences seemed.

 When I decided to enter what was then called “The Manny Hanny 5K Race in the Park,” I was a little apprehensive. I had never run a real race before, but knowing my partner would be there cheering me on gave me the confidence to do it. A week before the race we found out that I was going to have to go it alone because a business trip had come up.

And so there I was running along when I heard someone calling calling my name from the sidelines. And when I looked up there he was running through the park in a suit of armor, on a white steed...uh, I mean in a pinstripe suit, carrying a briefcase and trench coat. He had grabbed a cab at the airport and literally ran through the park and over to the race. And in that moment, as my pace quickened, and as cliche as it sounds, I knew...he was the one.

And the love’s still growin’
             --Buzzy Linhart


This is part of Blog Hop that my friends at GenFab are joining together on. If you'd like to read how the rest of them met their husbands/partners, click on this link:http://www.emptyhousefullmind.com/how-and-why-i-met-my-husband/

21 comments :

  1. Very sweet story!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Love it! I was smiling the while time reading it. Which is good, because usually you make me cry ;)

      Delete
  2. This is so much fun - I think "through the chain link fence of a concrete ballfield....I caught the first glimpse of my future husband," should be the first line of a novel. You've got my attention!

    ReplyDelete
  3. And, oh Barb, what a novel that would be! I've often thought of my life more as a sitcom, but you never know!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Replies
    1. Thanks Sharon. Who knew he would shlep me all over this country?

      Delete
  5. Mindy! What a wonderful story. Love and baseball go very well together. I love the visual of him running in his suit. This was a match that was meant to be.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Bob still looks at you that way! Such a great story.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, you are so funny, Mrs. Mash! Miss you!

      Delete
  7. This was an absolutely lovely read... (Seems like Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks might fit in this tale... Or Demi Moore and Rob Lowe a tad west of NYC?)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hah! I wouldn't mind Demi playing me in the film!

      Delete
  8. I'm amazed how there is always a split second when we "know" it! Such a sweet and heartwarming story. Thank you for sharing!

    ReplyDelete
  9. Home run! Nothing like a good old fashioned New York City love story!

    ReplyDelete
  10. Yes you did meet cute---and you look adorable together. Loved that image of him dashing to watch you---

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I replay that image in my mind quite often. When I'm really happy...and when I am pissed off at him!

      Delete
  11. That is cute! I love that he made it to your race, after all. That is a precious moment in time and you described it perfectly.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks Joy. I don't know whether I'd ever told that story to my boys, but it's certainly one I would like them to know about.

      Delete
  12. This is so romantic...filled with wonderful movie-moments. How do you NOT end up with a guy like this? So happy to read your story, Mindy!

    ReplyDelete