After hanging out with my church’s singles group, I knew why most of the guys were single. (One guy in partictular stood out: his exact double is the actor who keeps saying "Inconceivable!" in The Princess Bride…) I kept wondering if I was ever going to meet Mr. Right, or if I was going to have to settle for Mr. Shows Up.
Then, one morning while reading the Personals in the paper for pure entertainment value I stumbled on an ad that caught my eye.
"All American Guy" it began, and it listed what sounded like a normal man. Really, aren’t all personal ads placed by mass murderers, getting victims for their body count? Before I could think about what I was doing, I sent a reply, and promptly panicked. My God, what had I done? Thankfully I had used a P.O. Box and a cutesy name to go with the All American heading: "Girl Next Door."
Matt — who IS the All American Guy, and then some — answered my note and we wrote back and forth before meeting in a coffee shop. Before long we had fallen in love.
As our one year anniversary approached, Matt joked that he could show me the bodies he had amassed with the personal ad.
We took a drive out to the coast, and walked on a beach out to a rocky promontory. There Matt began a nervous preamble about how much his life had changed with me in it, and as he took several deep breaths I became worried and offered him his inhaler, thinking his asthma was aggravated! (Here is where I should have worried about that body count thing, seeing how nervous he was…)
Instead, he asked for my hand in marriage, there by the wild waves of the Pacific Ocean.
At our wedding, we displayed the letters to each other and enjoyed the reaction of our families and friends to the fairy tale of our meeting.
My Mr. Right was and is all I ever hoped for in a husband — romantic, funny, kind, smart, and handsome. Taking that one chance changed my life forever, and I am thankful every day for my All American Guy!
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