Tres

After a succession of dating men and relationships for decades, she concocted a list that would be full proof Trifecta. First and foremost, male can not be a product of divorce. Her former boyfriends were all products of divorce and the repercussions were too much of a mind fuck. The issues were far and beyond light, space, and meaning. Secondly, must have a job. It seems so basic, but her last six boys were unemployed musicians. Could she find a mother effer with an effen job? She thought of crossing off musicians, but that would be uninteresting. She was distraught of paying the rent, bar bills, and meals. Finally and fundamentally, he must be equipped with a sense of humor. A man without a sense of humor is a man with a shriveled heart.

She wasn’t in the market for neither love nor boyfriend of the sort. Perhaps a good lay would be interesting. Until that menacing cupid decides to go on a rampage and shoot an arrow through your jugular. She occupied her nights at bars with girlfriends and stumbled home. Her usual stragglers placed their after hour phone calls, as she strummed her guitar and chain smoked her American spirits. She picked up the phone, “yep the doors unlocked.” It was him. As she balanced a few guys, she realized how he had become a regular late night and the other three were slowly being cut. It started to become a ritual. We would reconvene at the chime of a closing bar and depart at sunrise. As he constantly professed that he didn’t want to be in a relationship, he sure called her an awful lot. Word about town, was that he had never had a girlfriend ever! He was not the settling down type. She, on the other hand, was steadfast on the single track. She was a chronic relationshipaholic and was on a mission for independence. This was a perfect situation. Never once, did she call him. By the wise word of her mom, “never chase men! A woman should never resort to such desperation, let them chase you.” So by mom’s wisdom, she never phoned this late night regular. Nor did she question the intentions.

Three months later he asked her to be his girlfriend and to move in. There was calm about the whirlwind situation. I was not reluctant. Sure, I had to pick between him and another guy. Her Trifecta Theory quickly debunked. He was a product of divorce, but his parents divorced when he was twenty. She hadn’t been with a construction worker before (blush)! He was so hilarious he could make a dead man laugh. He was golden.

They’ve been together over seven years and married for three. In a world where getting a divorce is shorter than a lifespan of a fly, they hoped their promise is bound forever. Today they celebrate their three year anniversary. The Kitchens with their delightful little fifteen month boy in tow are excited to announce that there’s a little bun roasting in her oven expected next spring! In honor of her parents who have been happily married for fifty one years, she can only hope to follow in they’re footsteps.

This is Shellie always in love back to you Bob at the studio!