Match-making

One day last week I was visiting one of my favorite blogs, A Cup of Jo, and she had done a post on Date my Single Kid. You can read about it here. Apparently the mother of a friend of Joanna's is always trying to set her son up with single women and she's launched a new website called Date My Single Kid.

Reading that reminded me of when I first met my husband (who is now my ex-husband and has been for the past 17 years, but it's still a cute story) back in 1977 or 1978, I forget exactly what year. I was attending Bakersfield College and there was a super funny, intelligent, older woman in one of my classes and we became friends and would often have coffee together.

This woman would tell me all the time that she had a son my age that she really wanted me to meet. I told her I had just started dating someone so sorry...I wasn't interested. This continued for quite a few months until one night when the guy I was dating told me he had forgotten something at home and would I mind if we stopped by to pick it up and by the way his mother would be there; would I like meet her? I said that was fine even though I was terrified to meet "the mother".

We walked in and he introduced me to his mom, Marge and Marge yells, "Alicia! It's you." I didn't recognize this woman at all and didn't have a clue as to how she would know who I was. She realized I didn't know who she was so she says, "Wait a minute" and runs out the living room into her bedroom. A few minutes later she returns and I recognize her and I yell, "Marge!" She laughs and says, "I knew you didn't recognize me without my wig!"

Marge was the dear older lady that had become my friend at school and the son she wanted so badly to introduce me to was the man I was already dating! How's that for kismet?