Thats so sweet Mrs.P, definitely a story for the grandkids
The first time I hung out with my husband I was working in Black River for a Canadian Agency and had gotten stir crazy, so one Saturday afternoon I decided to go with another Canadian co-worker to find a bar and start drinking away some time. I had seen Mr. LCW a few times at the gym (talking, never working out) but had never really talked too much at this point. Anyways, i'm getting off topic, i went walking into town and as he drove by he stopped to ask me if I was lost, and I said no, that I was trying to find a decent bar and that he should come have a drink with me and my friend. After a moment of hesitation (I later found out that he was supposed to go home right away and bring water to his family) he agreed, parked the car, and brought us to an amazing little bar on the river. We spent hours together just talking (mostly laughing) but when it was time to leave, he told me to quickly go shopping because he would pick me up later that night for a party!
And the rest is history...
