A First Kiss Related Divorce

Dweezil Zappa is getting divorced. 

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Yes, this is news and not an April Fool's Day joke.  Why do I care?  Because Dweezil Zappa is the reason the hubby first kissed me.

The hubby and I met on MySpace.  He sent me an email so beautifully worded and punctuated that I had to respond, even though I knew I was moving away for grad school in five months and had officially given up on the idea of seeing anyone before then.  (But I figured a girl can have a lot of fun in five months, you know.)  We emailed and IM'd for a couple of days and decided to meet at a local Barnes & Noble for coffee.  You know, just to meet.  Just to hang out.  Not like a "date" date (even though that's exactly what we were both thinking).

I got to Barnes and Noble about thirty minutes early to ensure I'd be there first because I hate walking in somewhere and having to look for someone.  This way I could be nonchalantly flipping through a magazine and sipping a caramel macchiatto, acting cute and casual, and go, "Oh, hey," when he walked in, almost like I had forgotten I was meeting him there.  (Even though I saw his car pull up and knew exactly when he'd be walking in.  I even planned ahead the page of the magazine to have open so it wasn't too vacuous of a story to be reading, but something that we could chat about if things were instantly awkward.  Yes, hi, Type A here.)

We talked for a while in the cafe, but those wooden chairs get super uncomfortable so we decided to walk around.  The hubby date wanted to check out a guitar book, so we headed to that section (if I only knew then what I'd be in for as I now live in a home with fourteen guitars).  He flipped through a book of musicians, stopping on a few here or there as I commented: "Yeah, Eric Clapton is cool.  My brother saw him in concert."  "Yeah, I love John Mayer."  "Oh, Dweezil Zappa."

Unbeknownst to me, not many girls know who Dweezil Zappa is.  Being a pop culture junkie, I figured most people knew of the Zappa clan.  I even have friends who named their cat Zappa (after Frank).

The hubby was impressed, though... or just looking for an excuse (I always think it's the latter) because right then, he kissed me.  Right there, in the music section of Barnes and Noble.  I was surprised, but obviously I didn't mind and it all worked out quite well (three years of dating, a beautiful wedding, a wonderful year and a half of marriage and an almost complete pregnancy later).

So I'm sorry to hear things aren't working out for Dweezil Zappa.  I owe him a lot.

(Post script: somehow the hubby's and my love story didn't make this list of The 7 Greatest Internet Love Stories, but the link is worth checking out anyway.  Cute stories.)

Comments

[taraSG]

I love this story!! So cute! Sorry your kiss inspiration isn't so lucky in love as you two :/

[Candice]

Thanks :) (And, yeah, poor Dweezil.)

[LIza]

That's so awesome. Right there in B&N. All romantic comedy style. Nice.

I didn't know who Dweezil Zappa was. But I know Moon Unit. My husband is a pop culture savant so I just let him do all that and I get my smarts on elsewhere. (Seriously, name anyone and he will tell you who they were married to, for how long, that they appeared in a single episode of "The Cosby Show" playing a milkman and then went on to lead religious groups in Bosnia. It's unreal.)

OH - and I guess Red Bank isn't that close! I was in Jersey for 14 years before moving to Nashville before high school. Yay, Jersey girls! But, I do like Nashville better.