Once again, here’s the Marketing for Romance Writers yearlong blog hop. For week 45, the writing prompt is:
An Unforgettable Day in My Life
Uh . . . Well . . . I’m sure there are hundreds of unforgettable days in my life. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten them.
Well, then, pick any old day, silly!
Hey, it’s Effing Feline, my electronic alter ego who writes a weekly column on my blog. Welcome, Effing!
You’re stalling, pet-human-of-mine. Pick a day!
Okay, how about the day I met the love of my life? I was a senior in high school, and I’d been going with R on and off for a year or so. That fall, toward the beginning of the school year, R wanted me to go on a hay ride with her church group.
What’s with this “R” junk? I know you’re an old fart, but surely you remember her name!
Of course I do, Effing. Names changed to protect the innocent, okay? Anyway, we needed a car ride to the hay ride, and in the olden days, high schoolers didn’t own cars or get to borrow the family wheels for mere dates. I didn’t even have a driver’s licence. Luckily, a friend of R’s was going to the hay ride and her mother volunteered to drive us.
No driver’s licence? What a loser!
Hey, I was only 16; I was tall, though, so folks didn’t know I was young for my age. Anyway, with the mother as chaperone, R and I double-dated with her friend Judi, and Judi’s boyfriend (whose name also begins with R, but I won’t confuse you by calling him that). I forget the exact moment it happened, but I came away from the hay ride awed by Judi. She was way hotter than my date. It was lust at first sight.
So you dumped R? Insensitive schmuck!
‘Dumped’ is such a negative term. I’ll have you know that I still correspond via e-mail with R, decades later; we’re friends even though we haven’t seen each other in years. Let’s just say that my awareness was raised to the existence of other, more decorative species of fish in the sea. To return to my story — by chance or Destiny, we moved across town shortly thereafter and guess who lived nearby?
Gee, let me guess. Carl Jung, the inventor of the term ‘synchronicity?’
If he did, I was unaware of him. By then Judi’s boyfriend had conveniently vanished —
Had him done away with, eh? And you admit it? I’m calling the cops!
I hope other members of my audience aren’t as sarcastic as you. Anyway, Judi was available. I was interested. We dated, and I was head over heels. Judi was all I could think about. And she . . . well, she told her best friend that nothing would come of those early dates. We were too different.
The girl’s instincts were sound!
Shut up, Effing. Let’s just say I convinced her otherwise, convinced her to marry me, and we’re still happily married. And that, folks, is probably why I can write romance even though I’m a guy.
So if Judi had refused to date you, you wouldn’t have written 17 books worth of drivel? You’ve inspired me to invent a time machine to go back and break you up!
Everybody’s a critic. Especially cats.
What about you?
What day is memorable to you? Tell us about it in a comment and then check out the other writers taking part in this blog hop.