“Sounded better than sleeping in a parked car next to a dumpster!”
My husband, Andy, went to law school with my brother, Alon, at the University of Connecticut. Alon takes credit for introducing us but I’m still skeptical that it was his intention to get us together and that it can’t simply be chalked up to happenstance but easy to take retrospective credit! Andy was living in a house on Old Mill Beach in Westport, Connecticut. My brother and I were en route from our home in West Hartford to visit our father in NYC and Alon suggested we stop for the night in Westport to visit some of his law school buddies who were meeting up for some drinks.
Having had a long day of work, I fell asleep in the car and when we arrived at the bar, I couldn’t summon the energy to go in and socialize so I reclined my seat and continued to doze in the car in the parking lot while Alon went in to see his friends. I have no idea how much time transpired but eventually, Alon came out and suggested he drop me off at Andy’s place to turn in for the night as they were going to another bar. Sounded better than sleeping in a parked car next to a dumpster!
I don’t even recall meeting Andy that night… I think he gave Alon the key to his place and sent us off. But as soon as my brother pulled out of the driveway, I got a fresh burst of energy and took a look around. I fell in love with the idea of Andy before I ever set eyes on him. I loved his CD collection (does anyone under 20 even know what a CD is??), his haphazard earthy decor, and eerily, he had the exact same items in his refrigerator that I had in mine…. a half gallon of OJ, a jar of pasta sauce, and a box of Pennsylvania Dutch old-fashioned pretzels. Dietary mind meld. Weird.
When I woke up the next morning, I finally met Andy and from the minute we started talking, I don’t think we stopped for the next six hours until we left for my Dad’s in New York City. We bought egg and cheese sandwiches at a little shop across the street from his place, and sat and ate them on the beach and talked and talked and talked. I have no recollection of what we talked about but we just didn’t stop. Andy took my number and called me that week to invite me out to Westport again. I came for the weekend and then, I think I continued visiting every weekend for the next eighteen months until I moved in. Two cats, three dogs, three girls, a hamster, a mother, and countless fish later, we have been married for nearly nineteen years and counting ….