She was the perfect chaos, to his order!

OK, so the last time we talked about jail, I was in Brooklyn "central booking." A VERY scary place to be. I was being "protected" by a vary large black woman, and praying I got arraigned by midnight on Sat., so I would be out in time to receive a reward for being a top sales person. Thank God, it worked out. I was able to receive my award. I did have to call a co-worker to drive my  ass, because my car was impounded. Not really sure if those of you that are not from NYC know exactly what that means.

We will talk about more jail experiences in the next few days...I PROMISE...

So I will tell you. At the end of the day it took 6 months to get the DUI case finished. I ended up pleading to "driving while impaired." Through a VERY expensive lawyer. What that means I was under the legal limit, or possibly tired, or on cold medicine. Yet, my $1,200.00 car had been in impound for months. The total to get the car out of the impound lot was, $5,500.00, I told them they could keep it.

Now, it was shortly after I had gotten the DUI, that I met my now husband. It was around the time that, the book "He's Just Not That Into You" had come out. So I was working for ADT Security, Commercially. I often worked late, there were a few of us that always did. There was another girl, and a guy, we were always there late. So the other girl, and I were trading the book back, and fourth between our cubicles. "OMG read this one." Oh NO, "Did you see this passage?" Things like that. Lamenting, bitching...."There are no good men." Mind you all, this was NYC, a population of 8 MILLION.

So the guy said, "I have one single friend." I sd, ok sign me up. Well, he, and I started e-mailing. I thought ok I will send him a photo. I send a modeling photo, a "comp card" (which is basically, a business card for models. Ya would leave it at an audition. It has a head shot, and like 3 other shots, and your stats...bust, hips, waist, shoe size...etc)

So for whatever reason, the photos never came through...BUT, all my stats did. Which he did not tell me happened until several months into our relationship. Can you imagine what he thought? "What crazy woman sends out her stats?" Anyway, I guess it worked.  We had dated about a month, before I came clean about the DUI.

We knew we were meant for each other.  I will also say that this man had only order in his life. Early on we were taking the train back to his house(from Manhattan to Jersey) and the train swipe card reader was not working....so ya needed change, quarters to be exact. I immediately started to dig through my purse which is so NOT organized. (Something out of that Jennifer Aniston, Ben Stiller movie...Polly something...ya know where he is the risk asser, and she is the crazy girl that plops her purse down on the dirty NYC sidewalk to fish out her keys?...yeah like that) He, calmly pulled out his briefcase, opened it up, and found several zip lock bags, with the exact amount of quarters needed for the train in each bag. At that point, I had to wonder, really wonder, "Is this gonna work?"

The truth was, from the exacts words that his friend that had introduced us was..."She is the perfect chaos, to your order."

Oh my, he never knew how VERY true that was. That was in 2003.

I know I wrote about him staying home, and annoying me yesterday...which he did. I also need to say he makes me laugh almost every day, and I cannot imagine my life with out him.

Actually, his is the perfect order to my chaos!

I think that is all for today.