jumping into the blogosphere

First post.
A first memoir. Color and creativity enhanced.
When dating my wife, our first date was wonderful. Eight hours and we both anticipated our next date.
It all happened so fast her friends were on guard. A double date with her best friend was soon in the offing.
Clothed in all the charm I could muster, we sat down at my favorite restaurant. The chef, first rate, the atmosphere romantic.
Her friend zeroed in on me with the intensity of an all pro linebacker.
Michal Singeltary's eyes come to mind. The game was on.
My mission was to impress and remain charming. The friends goal, find skeletons.
What did your parents do?
Do you like your work?
Tell me about your divorce.
What did you do last Christmas?
The last question stumped me. Total brain fart. I just couldn't remember.
She had me dead to rights.
Her husband a powerful stocky carpet layer remained silent.
"Gee I don't remember." I responded taking a sip of my diet Coke.
The friend came in for the kill.
"You know that diet is full of aspartame."
"Maybe that's what happened to my memory." I joked
"Maybe it is." she responded, not giving an inch.
Phew," padding my perspiring brow with the linen napkin.
"Thought maybe it was all the LSD I took as a teen."
The carpet layer roared