Buffalo Gal

With two gorgeous daughters now in their 20s, we are masters at meeting boyfriends. From the first "waiting-for-his-growth-spurt" quivering mass who locked the keys in his father's running car in our driveway when he came to pick up Jess, each has been an adventure.
The very Southern boy who put on heirs and wore a seersucker suit to Thanksgiving dinner.
The techno-whiz who lost his license driving over 100 m.p.h. from Atlanta to St. Simons when he was summoned at the last minute for a party.
The "older man" tennis pro who was also seeing a friend of mine, but insisted he wasn't (want to guess who the daughter believed?).
The golf pros too numerous to name - we sorted them by handicap.
The male model/ actor/ Marine who was unceremoniously dumped at the start of a VERY LONG family car ride back from Orlando.
The religious zealot who forbade the wearing of make-up. The Mama's boy. The soldier. The Brit. The country boy. The life guard. The Prep. The Bonas boys.
We really liked some -- and we really liked others to go away.
But this was the first time we got to meet a fiance.
He could have been like any of the others.
But Michael is his own man. He's handsmome, smart, funny and Jessica smiles so easily with him. He holds doors and says "ma'am" and they both light up when they are together. He asks adult questions about cost-of-living - and may be as rabid about baseball as my husband and brother.
Saturday night he went to dinner with my posse. My "other" brother cousin Bernie, her godmother (my cousin/best pal) Cheryl, her godfather (my actual and frequently amazing brother) Jim - and their respective spouses.
The table for 10 was loud and laughed hard. I'm sure we had a MUCH better time than the surrounding tables. I watched Michael laughing too. Not polite laughter, not "who the hell are these people and how long will I have to fake it" laughter - but the ease of someone who enjoys and appreciates family.
He knows the whole package he's getting now, and apparently he loves her anyway.
Lily has been pouting since yesterday morning. Jess has always been a major league animal lover and Michael is ever more so. Lily had a bonanza of petting and playing when they were in the house.
She misses them. So do we.
This morning I was writing Michael's birthday, hat and shirt sizes into my planner. I've never taken that step with any of the others.
This one's a keeper.

Copyright 2007 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook		2007-04-11 9:37 AM Meeting the man With two gorgeous daughters now in their 20s, we are masters at meeting boyfriends. From the first "waiting-for-his-growth-spurt" quivering mass who locked the keys in his father's running car in our driveway when he came to pick up Jess, each has been an adventure. The very Southern boy who put on heirs and wore a seersucker suit to Thanksgiving dinner. The techno-whiz who lost his license driving over 100 m.p.h. from Atlanta to St. Simons when he was summoned at the last minute for a party. The "older man" tennis pro who was also seeing a friend of mine, but insisted he wasn't (want to guess who the daughter believed?). The golf pros too numerous to name - we sorted them by handicap. The male model/ actor/ Marine who was unceremoniously dumped at the start of a VERY LONG family car ride back from Orlando. The religious zealot who forbade the wearing of make-up. The Mama's boy. The soldier. The Brit. The country boy. The life guard. The Prep. The Bonas boys. We really liked some -- and we really liked others to go away. But this was the first time we got to meet a fiance. He could have been like any of the others. But Michael is his own man. He's handsmome, smart, funny and Jessica smiles so easily with him. He holds doors and says "ma'am" and they both light up when they are together. He asks adult questions about cost-of-living - and may be as rabid about baseball as my husband and brother. Saturday night he went to dinner with my posse. My "other" brother cousin Bernie, her godmother (my cousin/best pal) Cheryl, her godfather (my actual and frequently amazing brother) Jim - and their respective spouses. The table for 10 was loud and laughed hard. I'm sure we had a MUCH better time than the surrounding tables. I watched Michael laughing too. Not polite laughter, not "who the hell are these people and how long will I have to fake it" laughter - but the ease of someone who enjoys and appreciates family. He knows the whole package he's getting now, and apparently he loves her anyway. Lily has been pouting since yesterday morning. Jess has always been a major league animal lover and Michael is ever more so. Lily had a bonanza of petting and playing when they were in the house. She misses them. So do we. This morning I was writing Michael's birthday, hat and shirt sizes into my planner. I've never taken that step with any of the others. This one's a keeper. Copyright 2007 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top