My sister-in-law, Liz, sent me this photo the other day. And it made me smile.
This is my husband, circa 1992.
On our first date – a blind date – he came to the door of my newly purchased home (I’d moved in 2 days earlier) in khakis and a button down shirt. Very preppy. Very banker-ish.
Not exactly my vision of the guy I’d marry.
But our dinner at Weber’s was fantastic. Not the food (though the food was fine), but the conversation. Turns out we had a ton in common. He was easy to talk to, charming, and best of all, he looked me in the eye when he talked to me. And when I talked to him.
And incidentally, he had beautiful green eyes. (Actually, he still does.)
Our second date was Thai food. Way too spicy for me at the time, but a nice adventure. And then, we headed to Fells Point to hear some music. We stayed out late. Very late.
But looking at that picture, what I remember is that he looked exactly like that the first time he came to my office at Gray Kirk Vansant to take me to lunch. He wore a beautiful suit, and looked so darn handsome.
A lot of years have gone by. He’s still handsome and still looks me in the eye when I talk.