Marriage … the final mental frontier.
These are the experiences in the marriage of Jennifer and Brian.
Its continuing mission:
To create life and add it as viable addition to civilization,
And to boldly annoy the hell out of each other like no one has done before ...
The Beginning
Most of you probably do not know how Jennifer and I met. We met on the internet back when Yahoo was just starting up the chat service and the search engine was still in the beta stage. When we both became members before we met there were only about three or four hundred members in the chat area. We met totally by accident when she asked me how to execute some of the HTML commands and we just began to talk. Over the next few months, we talked more and more and even talked on the phone some. After about seven or eight months, I had some vacation time that I was going to lose so I decided to drive to Cincinnati to meet her. Now remember, I’m just a hillbilly from the Ozarks in Missouri. I’m wearing a blue polo shirt, a big belt buckle made out of nickels, cowboy boots, and a leather Aussie hat. This is the big city. I felt like Jed Clampett when he moved to Beverly Hills. So here are some tidbits of when Jennifer and I met and some of the people we have been entertained and disturbed by throughout our time together.
The Hotel Key
I drove fourteen hours to get to Cincinnati and stayed in a Comfort Inn. Any hotel key I had ever seen was a key that looked like a normal key, not one that just had a sort of peg on the end. The lady at the desk handed me the key and told me what room I had and what floor it was on. I looked at the key and said, “This is the key that opens the room?” The lady looked me over again and, judging by the look on her face, decided that I had probably not encountered a key with a computer chip embedded in it to open the entrance doors and the room and explained the use of it with the tone and speed that you would use on a toddler. The sad part was I really hadn’t seen one like it, only staying in a hotel one time in my life before this time.
Fun in the Tunnel
After meeting at the hotel we decided that we were going to drive around the city and she was going to show me some sites. One of the most memorable was a mile-long tunnel. I had never been in a tunnel like this so I thought it was really cool, honking my horn to hear the echo and driving slow to stay in longer. Other drivers were passing me looking pissed off and shaking their fists at me. I just waved back, thinking that this was some kind of big city greeting or welcoming behavior. Only after some time did I realize that they were yelling “Go home, hick!” and “Learn to drive that truck, hillbilly!” I looked over at Jenn to see how she was reacting to this and found that she had ducked down onto the floor.
