I'm running out of things to blog about. So I'm taking another blogging suggestion from Betts, and writing about how I met Jay. It was either this or give you a complete play by play of the 20 minute phone conversation about makeup that I just had with my best friend.
I met Jay when I was nineteen. We both worked at the mall. I was an assistant manager at Contempo Casuals and he was the manager at the store next to it, Kinney Shoes. (Both of these companies are gone now. Contempo was bought out by the Wet Seal corporation, which still exists. Kinney Shoes went out of business about 10 years ago.) To make a long story short, Jay offered me more money to work for him, so I left Contempo. Through working together, we realized we had a lot in common, we became close, and about a year later we were married.
I suppose the most interesting part of the story is that Jay was already married to someone else at the time, so for a while a lot of our relationship was secret and scandalous and involved doing naughty things in the back room of the shoe store. At the time, I was young and naive and I found myself involved in a whole lot more drama than I had ever imagined or, for that matter, wanted. If you know me at all, you know that I'm generally not a risk taker or a rule breaker so this was all new territory for me. For a while everything seemed really, really hard and I hated that in certain circles I was referred to as a "husband stealer."
All the trouble and drama was so worth it though because Jay and I are still together 12 years later, we have two cool kids, and he's not only my husband but my friend. No one calls me a "husband stealer" anymore. Well, no one but Jay's mom but she calls me by a lot of derogatory names so what's one more?
And for the record, I haven't had sex in the back room of a shoe store since. Although, since Jay still works in the shoe business, I could if I wanted to. But I don't want to. I'm classier than that now.