May 13 2008
Meeting Mr. Hot
Who in the hell drags themselves to a Hardee’s in West-by-gawd-Virginia to study for a Pascal final (a programming language that is SO not used anymore) at 8 o’clock in the morning in August? Especially when said Hardee’s is 45 miles away, it’s 85 degrees out, and you’ve already got the class aced?
Why yes, that would be me. Y’all are smart, too!
The professor for this course was a world-class egomaniac. The arrogance dripped off of him - it puddled around his feet and he was lucky he didn’t slip and fall on his brain ass. I can hear his Indian/English accent to this day - “In my village, a medical doctor was no better than a janitor. It was the university professors that were revered.” He wanted to wear his robes to class, but the university wouldn’t let him.
Annnnywaaaayyyy - that’s not where I was going with this. (But he was a dickhead.)
I was going to tell you that I thought my classmates were the greatest. I was 27 and returning to school after 5 years working as a Human Resources Specialist. I had a business degree, but I wanted to work in technology - give me keyboards and numbers and analysis, whee! - and these kids that I had classes with were fun and irreverent and young (I already had my old lady ‘tude going). I loved being in school again, even if it meant dragging my ass down the road at that ungawdly hour.
(And I did. Five days every week for 8 weeks for a 3 hour calculus class. I know! But that’s how much I loved it.)
A group of us decided to get together at 8, before our 9 a.m. final, to have coffee and go over the topics that Professor Dickhead was likely to test us on. We picked Hardee’s. Cheap, decent coffee, and across the street from the College of Science building. (Yes, I know…finally…the Hardee’s part.)
I don’t remember most of the people in that group that day, but I remember Tom. He was older than the rest of the class, but not as old as me. He had done a stint in the Army working for the Corp of Engineers as an encryption expert. Smart, and cute, but I was married and he had a serious girlfriend. (Tom got called back to active duty during the first Gulf War. I always wondered what happened to him.)
Tom had a friend he knew from some other classes. A certain “Mr. Hot”. Mr. Hot had quit school once already - years before - after discovering that he could make far more money as a full-time employee than he could with a psych degree. By 1989, though, he had had enough working for Big Business Corporate Wankers and decided to return to school.
Mr. Hot was 34 at the time. In order to support his wife and two children, he delivered newspapers in his hometown - taking routes that wound way up into the mountains and down into the valleys. Routes that no 12-year-old paperboy was ever going to navigate on his bike. (Can you say, “oh mah holy hell, there’s a freakin’ cliff around that turn!”?)
He would wake up at 2 a.m. - deliver papers, then head home for breakfast and to take care of his kids after his wife went to work. He’d take his son to school, and then, when he had class, drop his daughter off at the babysitter. Another adult who adored being around college age kids, he was having the time of his life (except for that no sleep thing - oh and math - he hated math (foreshadowing y’all, pay attention!)).
One day, in August, Mr. Hot decided to stop into (you guessed it!) Hardee’s for a coffee before he went to class. He saw his buddy Tom sitting there and decided to grab himself a chair and drag it over to the booth where Tom and a group of people sat. I was in that group of people.
And as I looked up into this gorgeous pair of brown eyes, a nose covered by a smattering of freckles, and a mouth that looked extremely kissable, Mr. Hot smiled. The damn dimple that even today gets him out of trouble appeared.
I was a lost cause at that moment. Fucking dimple.
—- More to come on this little story sometime down the road, but for now…those of you who are following this saga…The Not-the-Husband didn’t show up today, but She left for about an hour around lunchtime. Hmmmm.—
HOT LOVE
Why does the word dickhead make me giggle? I just can’t help it.
Dimples are bad, mmmkay? The Man has one that he uses like a weapon. Dang it anyhow! I just melt.
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Love the story!
The Not-the-husband saga? The wife can feel your spying eyes upon her. It’s creeping her out.
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i was lost when i saw his really horrible green down winter coat.
and the wicked bad smile above it…
not YOUR mr. hot…. mine.
word.
Brad has TWO dimples and so does Max. I heard some people talking crap about Mario Lopez the other day. They said, “You know what really bugs me about him? He can’t just be hot. No, he had to go and get DIMPLES while he was at it.”
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I’m guessing your neighbor decided to shake things up and meet Not-her-husband somewhere else.
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Oh good LORD, leaving us hanging like that!
He’s married, 2 kids. You see each other across a table at Hardees. Bada-boom bada-bing here we are almost 20 years later and his dimples and eyes sleep next to you.
Can’t wait for “the rest of the story”….
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*waiting*
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Love the beginning…hope you’re not planning on keeping us waiting too long for the continuation.
Heidi
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Ooooh, it is good already. When can we expect part II?
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I love it! I met my hubby in college, too. And the Not-the-hubby saga is tripping me out. Too funny. Beware of your neighbors, for they see everything!
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Oooh! Your neighbors are like a soap opera unfolding! Keep us posted. I’m tuning in tomorrow for both neighbor updates AND the rest of the Mr. Hot story.
Your description of your prof? Had me howling. I had him too!
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On the Not-the-hubby front, my NTH was over yesterday and what was really weird was that his male friend with him and NTH kept looking over toward our house-I was inside and I almost flipped out thinking that they realized I might have taken pics! Maybe I’m not such a good spy.
Great history lesson b/w you and Mr. Hot!
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Awesome! Keep going, girl.
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I’m so happy I got caught up on the “not the husband story”.. Very interesting…
I am wondering how this is going to pan out. I’m thinking if it’s not the nasty..then she is teaching him “english as a 2nd language”…. or it’s her brother and they are having a tough time w/ dad…
I think you are right… lines of coke and dirty nasty sex..
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I love it! You met at Hardee’s, a world renowned site of romance!
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I love men with dimples too. Who knew Hardees could bring together two people to fall in love?
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I have to admit that the neighbor story has me intrigued too… I’m glad you’ve been updating us!
And you have me wondering what happens after this with you and Mr. Hot!!!
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We used to stop at Hardee’s on our way up to Door Country, WI to visit my grandma. I loved their roast beef.
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