The Meeting...

First impressions are not all that they have cracked up to be.

My husband and I met in my Senior year of High School at a ska concert. We did not date during this year, although we would have liked to as our friendship progressed. I was not attracted to him at all when I first met him, he looked like he was in Jr. High and I was obviously, from a high school perspective, way above that level. he was wearing jean shorts that had been colored in a checkerboard pattern on the back pockets, high top basketball sneakers, and a plain white T-shirt.

I liked grungy skater type guys, not sporty Jr. highers.

However at that time my husband was not in Jr. high but was a Freshman in college. He had, and still has, a baby face.