The Ex-Wife, Fire & Icey hot.
Chapter 1. And in the Beginning...
I was on my way home from work. I was trying to drive and talk on the cell phone at the same time. My brother had just called and told me our dad had just died. He and our family had been there when they had taken him off the machine. He looked up at the family, finally looking like he was having a moment of clarity, acknowledged the family and then slipped from existence.
I balanced my cell phone, the one the wife had gotten me. One of those extremely slim ones that felt like it was going to fall out of my hand and finally got her number in and hit the send button.
I heard my wife pick up. "Hey, on my way home, my brother just called and said my dad died."
"I'm sorry, ...can you pick up the divorce papers on your way home?"
I fumbled and said something back and hung up...
Just like that, our marriage was over.
6 Years earlier:
And in the beginning... we had fire and icey hot. We met online, I saw her screen-name online, My5thElement, my favorite Bruce Willis movie and hit send.
"Greetings!"
"Do I know you?"
"No, but I was hoping to."
We met at a local Mexican Restaurant just around the corner, I suggested it after I'd seen it driving home and got a little home sick for some good Mexican food.
I showed up a couple minutes early. I parked my pick up in front of the restaurant so I could look around and be there waiting when she drove up. After a couple of minutes I was starting to worry, what did she look like, and darn it what kinda car was she driving? Just then a white jeep wrangler pulled up with a black top, just like she had said. It pulled up a row away from the front of the store and she got out.
As she climbed down from her jeep I noticed her smooth short legs coming out of a short skirt. She wore an over sized brown sweater that came down about half way over her skirt that hid most of her top half. She had shoulder length brown hair and very serious face, pretty, buy very serious. All of a sudden I felt like I was at a job interview.
She walked up shook my hand and asked if I'd put my name down for a table. She was a woman, not a girl like I'd dated in college, she was mature. I told her no and we walked in to the front door. I told her how I had just seen this place on the way home from work and had no idea if they were any good. She said she had been there before and it was "OK, not authentic like her dad made, but good."
She actually didn't tell me very much that first date, I think I was more nervous than anything and spoke most of the dinner telling her dumb stories of Korea. I did figure out she was Mexican and from the same place in California I was from. I later found out she was about 6 years older than me, but It felt like fate. We chatted but nothing really happened, we said goodbye after dinner and that was that. I really didn't think I'd see her again, I'd talked to much.
I emailed her when I got home. "Thanks for dinner, it was fun. I hope to do it again sometime."
I got a response an hour later. "How about tomorrow night?"
We ended up going to dinner every other night for the next couple of weeks, just talking and hanging out, nothing physical. We chatted about work, she hated hers, how I was learning my new job, etc. She wouldn't tell me where she worked. She said she had some bad experiences with some guys and they had showed up looking for her. I felt a little uneasy about not knowing more about her but I was enjoying the company. I accepted it and after awhile thought of her more as a friend than a 'date' and enjoyed the challenge of figuring her out.
And then one night something happened and things changed.
"Busy?" My AOL dinged! I looked over at my lap top and saw it was her.
"No, dinner?" I replied.
"No, I'm so sore, can I ask you a favor?"