Sam and Betty Help Me Find Happiness: Mr. T

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Mr. T

We are now on to guy #2 from the minor leagues. His name is Tyrone… I like to call him Mr. T (even though he doesn’t resemble Mr. in anyway, at all). He’s a “good on paper guy”. He owns a home, has a job he loves, a good family and a Master’s degree… like I said, good on paper. I always want to fall for these guys but I never can. I need a good on paper guy with a splash of cayenne pepper. I always fall for cayenne pepper.

Anyway…I went out to dinner with Mr.T. We had a nice time, good conversation and I didn’t want to run screaming. I didn’t feel any connection but I’m going to give it another shot. He’s moving this weekend so it might be another week before I see him again. We’ve been texting and I might call him tonight. I need to take it slow. Slow is good and what’s going to get me the relationship I think I’m looking for. Right? Cayenne pepper just seems leave me with bad heartburn in the end.

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Welcome to My Blog

After some encouragement from friends and the death of my Grandmother, I've decided to chronicle the search for "my one". For the last two years I've been searching for the man who could be "the one" for me... otherwise known as "my one". I've done a great deal of thinking and over thinking about this subject. Maybe putting my thoughts down on paper (and out there for thousands of people to read) will somehow be therapeutic. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment. Note: I have changed names in order to protect the men who didn't work out.

The Story of How Betty and Sam Met

The story of how my grandparents (Betty and Sam) met has been passed down from mother to daughter for the last 60 years. My grandmother told my mother, my mother told me, and one day I will share the story with my daughter. It is a rare story about true love. This story is the inspiration for my search for love.

My grandparents met in February of 1945. My grandfather was on leave from the military and waiting for the bus one afternoon. My great-grandfather drove by and asked my grandfather if he wanted a ride (apparently this was normal in 1945). They started talking and my great-grandfather invited my gradfather over for dinner. Later that evening my grandfather came over for dinner. My grandmother, dressed in her factory clothes, opened the door to greet my grandfather. She was so embarrassed she slamed the door in his face ran up the stairs to change. At dinner, my grandfather asked my grandmother out to dinner the next night. My grandmother said no because she had to go buy a baby gift. After being asked several more times by grandfather, she finally agreed. The next night the two went shopping for a babyshower gift. The sales clerk at the store asked my grandfather what size dress their litter girl wore. My grandfather turned to my grandmother and said "I don't know. Dear, what size does she wear?" Embarrassed, my grandmother left the store. My grandfather followed her out and purposed to her outside the store. Three months later, they were married.

Their marrage was cut short in 1968 when my grandfather died of a heart attack. My grandmother passed away on December 1, 2009. She waited 41 years to be reunited with my gradfather. This story shows me that love is out there, I just have to find it. Let's hope Betty and Sam can show me the way.

Hazel E. Long

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Mr. T

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