Let me tell you a little about how I became Mom Deb. I'll start at the beginning for you.
College came after the end of a break-up. After the first week or two of classes the school held a dance. Being post-breakup, I was up for something new and a little fun. I called up a class mate and asked if she would car-pool with me for the evening. Decided the dance was worth the new dress I had had made, curled my hair, tossed on a leather jacket, and headed to pickup my car-pool buddy. We arrived on time (early).
Now, before I go on; my mother had already told me that I could not go to school and marry the first guy I met.
The only other person to show up on time (early) was J.W.; so we sat there talking, the three of us. I very quickly learned that he was quite full of poo. While I don't drink, my car-pool buddy was wanting to buy beer, and asked if he knew who would buy for her. J.W.'s response was that he could. She asked how old he was, to which he replied, "23." (J.W. had not yet turned 20, let alone 23.)
About an hour later, others began to arrive. I quickly learned that I was overdressed. However, I still danced most of the night away with J.W. It was my first dance, and I enjoyed being pushed around the floor by him. We fit good together.
After the dance, I went home and checked in with my parents. Mom asked if I had a good time and if I met anyone. I told her yes, J.W. Mc....Mc.....Mc. Mom said, "Your not talking about Denia's baby brother are you?" Well, yes it was. (Mom went to church with Denia when we were young.) She knew the family and what kind of cut up J.W. was likely to be.
