The girl pictured above is Sonya and she is the love of my life. Wanna hear how we met? It's cute...
So, my senior year in high school I'm working at Baskin-Robbins, where I wear the stylish pink shirt/brown apron combo. Talk about sexy! Really, you'd think this would be a dork job but I had chicks hittin' on me all the time - it's not the bottom of the food-service food chain, you know, and the hours were reasonable. But that's beside the point.
So I'm workin' up there one night and in comes my friend Staci - not really so much a friend as a friend of a friend, and a nice girl whom I liked. She had a friend with her - a green-eyed blonde wearing Converse All-Stars - the same type of shoes I wore. She commented on them. She made fun of my co-worker (a not-so-bad guy named William that they both knew). She flirted. I flirted back.
Anyway, a few months later (December 30, 1989, to be exact) I ended up riding around with Staci and her friend (the girl pictured above - no longer blonde but still incredibly green-eyed) and then going to my house to watch Rock and Roll High School. I was hooked. We kissed for the first time a few days later, went to the prom that spring and got married the next year. We also both went to college and now have fairly serious jobs. Somewhere along the way we messed around and made a life together. Pretty neat, huh?
I couldn't be more pleased. Sonya is fun to hang out with, loves to drink rum and has an encyclopedic knowledge of seventies A.M. rock music. She cooks the best meatloaf in the world, has excellent taste in movies and can, if necessary, disguise herself as a goth. I could go on and on, really. She's the best.
So - when you hear me referring to Sonya, that's who I'm talkin' about. Ain't I lucky?
