It's never been a surprise to any of my friends that I fell in love with "a biker". I've been so inclined toward bad boys since my teenage years.
I can still remember the first day I saw My Honey walk through the door of the casino I was bartending in...the door opened and in the doorway, surrounded by the light of the setting sun stood a Viking God dressed in leather. I swear! That's the god's honest truth.
I tried to play it pretty cool. I really did. I had a major rule when I worked in bars...DON'T DATE THE CUSTOMERS. He made it pretty hard though. It didn't take long to realize that this wasn't just another good-looking biker boy. He was articulate. Intelligent. And worldly traveled. Not the usual run of the mill.
He ended up in a conversation with another young man who had just come back from Italy and I listened closely. Somehow the conversation ended up being about the difference between American money and Foreign money and the young man took out some Italian money he still had and My Honey took out some Algerian money he still had from his last hitch. I don't exactly remember how it went from there, but I ended up telling them they could leave the foreign money as the tip...because I collected money.
My Honey smirked. His reply was delivered with perfect sarcasm...something I adore..."Of course you do, your a woman."
I got the foreign money from both of them as a tip. Included with My Honey's foreign money was American money...with his name and phone number on it.
For the next five months, whenever he came in, his last tip before he left included his name and phone number on it. I still have every one of those dollar bills and every piece of foreign money he ever brought home for me. Finally, all the pieces fell together and my resolve to "not date a customer" had completely dissapated.
Hard to believe we are coming up on eight years since we finally took that bike ride he had been offering me all that summer. Through all the good times, the bad times and the downright horrible times...it has been nothing short of the most amazing eight years of my life. Sometimes it never ceases to amaze me how that one moment of a door opened, at just the right time could have been so poetic.
This is one of my favorite songs...ever! From one of my favorite corny movies. It suits what I was looking for for so long to a T. I love the end of the movie when he asks her is she is disappointed that her Cool Rider was the Smart Guy and she says "Are you kidding? I got two for the price of one."
I did too!