I met my wife—then single—in a hotel I worked at in Massachusetts. I had a room there and worked the night shift, twelve to eight, and after I got off would stop at the housekeeper’s room to say hi before I went to bed. One day when I went in there was a new housekeeper. I wanted to get to know her better. I asked her out a number of times but she did not want to.
One time I met her on the sidewalk. I asked her to go bowling with me. There was a small bowling place within walking distance. She said no and kept walking. The next summer the hotel closed for the summer for renovations. By then I knew she liked to fish.
My family lived in the country and there was a pond with trout in it deep in the woods where we could go fishing. I invited her up for a weekend. She said yes and we had a good time fishing. Fortunately the weather was nice. After that she went to see one of her sisters in Vermont. I got a postcard from her saying she had a wonderful time and wished she was still there. I asked mom if I could invite her for a week. She said “Yes. But you know she’s setting her cap for you.” I said “Nah. We’re just good friends.” LOL Famous last words.
The next year I was working and she came down. She sat on a sofa against the wall opposite the registration desk where I was working. I looked up to look at her a few times. Then I went over and knelt (yes it does happen) in front of her and asked her to marry me. She said yes and we have been married for thirty-six years.
