Some sixteen years ago Laurel placed a personals ad in Willamette Week.
This was in the ancient pre-online days, so I read about this 40 y.o.
aware, fit, well-educated, independent, successful, attractive, blonde, long-haired SWF as I was thumbing through a Willamette Week copy that I had picked up at the state Capitol. By the way, karmically speaking it was interesting that a personals ad in a Portland publication brought together a Salem man and a woman who lived fairly close, outside of Silverton.
Last year I wrote about how we got married just eight months after we met.
I broke, no I , the ridiculous relationship rule that you hear repeated so often: “When you get divorced, don’t make any serious personal decisions for at least a year.” That may be good advice for some people. When you know that someone is right for you, why wait to make a commitment?
It wouldn’t have taken us even eight months to get married if there hadn’t been a several week communication hitch after I wrote my first letter to Laurel.
The two and a half page single-spaced description of my marvelous qualities (I could have gone on for quite a bit longer, but wanted to project at least a veneer of humility) piqued Laurel’s interest. ” “That’s all right; I’ll call back.” Experienced in the perils and pitfalls of dating, Laurel thought that Celeste might be my wife.
She phoned the home number I had given her and my daughter, Celeste, answered. She had skipped over a line at the bottom of page 2: “I have a 17 year-old daughter who is living with me.” Laurel kept on calling. And I kept on getting frustrated when I’d come home and hear my daughter say, “That woman called again but she wouldn’t leave a message.” Thankfully, we finally connected. Tonight we’re planning to go out for a vegetarian dinner at our favorite place to eat, the Marco Polo Global Restaurant.
First by phone and then at a Salem Mexican restaurant where, foreshadowing the past fifteen years, I had to sit and wait for fifteen minutes while Laurel took her sweet time showing up for our first date. If Laurel isn’t ready to go when I am, which is a near-certainty, I’ll spend the time mentally singing the praises of the Willamette Week personals—which are now available online.Looking over them just now I notice that a few things have changed since Laurel and I met.The quick menu options are divided into “personals” and “no strings attached.” A count of several categories revealed that the “personals” are evenly divided between the number of women seeking men (51) and men seeking women (47).But in the “no strings attached” category, there was just 1 woman wanting a man, but 13 men wanting a woman (apparently no-stringers “want,” while personals “seek”).For fifteen years I’ve been happy to be strung to Laurel. Her ad said that she “seeks a mate to share the mysteries and pleasures of life.” She found one.At the time I fulfilled all of her listed personal ad criteria except for the “values dogs” item.