Tuesday, July 12, 2011

How I Met My Husband

The bakery was crowded; a line snaked through the middle of the small room. A handsome, broad shouldered, overly starched man swaggered up to the girl as she entered through the front door. “You looking for somebody?” he asked, smilingly. “Depends on who’s asking” she shot back with feigned confidence. He had a small table reserved at the back of the bakery and motioned her to follow. She complied, checking out his backside as he led the way.

They sat and had a nice chat, learning a bit about one another. His crisp clothes, sharp haircut and upright posture worried her, he looked too neat. She didn’t like men who spent too much time in the mirror. In her experience, overly handsome men could be vain and narcissistic.   

She sat there politely, listening and watching as he talked with animation. Yes, she was listening, watching and wondering 1) is he going to offer me coffee and a pastry? 2) is he always this neat? 3) what’s the deal with those hands?

His hands were gnarled and scarred. It looked as if each finger had been broken more than once—in multiple places. Those hands sharply contrasted with his otherwise perfect appearance. There must be a good story about those hands. 

She wanted to know more about him.   

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This post is in participation with the Group Blogging Experience, and this week’s prompt is The Bakery. If you want to blog with us, go to the GBE2 Facebook page and request to join the group. Everyone is welcome.

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16 comments:

  1. Ooh, intriguing! Wonder what happened to his hands. Is he a hero, bearing his scars for evidence? A villain doing the same? Does he have OCD? Should she date him? SO many questions!
    Great piece,Langley. Like a piece I can play with in my head and put my spin on *hugs*

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  2. This really is the story of how I met my husband. A mutual friend set us up and we had a blind date at a coffee shop/bakery.

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  3. For some reason, men's hands have always attracted my attention. My father had very square, calloused hands with short, thick fingers--strong and capable. I was attracted to my husband partly because his hands were nearly the opposite--broad, but with long, slender fingers and very white nails. So you started with a feature that really grabs my attention. I want to know more.

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  4. I loved this...how cool...a date a bakery!! I'd love to read a little more!! Cheers, Jenn

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  5. So I take it you learned a lot more about him. :)

    Joyce
    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  6. Nicely done! Now we all want to know more about him. :O)

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  7. Wow, what an amazing way to meet in a bakery. Great story!!

    Kathy
    http://www.thetruckerswife.com/

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  8. This is simply great! Maybe one day I could reveal how I met my hubby :))))

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  9. Well now you have us hooked, you can't leave us hanging... Looking forward to part 2...

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  10. Great story - and, like the other commenters, I want to know more!

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  11. Good thing I'm not a cat. This curiosity I'm feeling would take all nine lives if I were!

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  12. Love the setting of your story! The hands can tell a lot about a person and I am curious to know about your husband's hands!

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  13. Nice lead in. Maybe GBE2 will create a great transition topic so you can ease into the next phase and we can find out what happened next. ;)

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  14. oh boy.........got me hooked.......when can i download ? lol

    (when they are that together i think they're GAY lol the gnarly hands gave it away tho..LOL)

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  15. And then....and then...and then...
    Come on girl, give it up! LOL

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  16. Wow, a wonderful post and so intriguing. It would be great to hear more about how the hands became gnarled and scarred!

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