Hungarian Work Horse is the love of my life. Plain and simple. The first time I ever saw him he had a broken leg and somebody stole his crutches at the bowling alley. Even though I was only fourteen years old I knew there was something special about him. He was very quiet and his smile was movie star quality.This guy was different from anybody that I had ever met. He never said anything to the person that was goofing around with his crutches and that made an impression on me. I was used to fighting for everything and here was a guy that was sitting there waiting to get his crutches back not saying a word. He was so handsome and I being a care giver to my sisters all my life wanted to beat that guys brains out that was teasing him. We never spoke that night but I remember going home thinking about him long into the night. I thought he looked just like Davy Jones of The Monkees and had the lips of Ricky Nelson,but that is where the comparison ends. When he opens his mouth to sing it is very very scary and that is quite often because he loves to sing. You should hear his rendition of She Kicked Out My Windshield.
It was quite some time before we started dating I remember but when we did it was wonderful. He drove a 1962 green Chevy that he called Lucy and people would tell us that when they passed us on the road it looked like someone with two heads was driving because I sat so close to him. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and to this day he still wants to hold my hand and have his arm around me where ever we go. I suppose it drives my kids crazy but what can you do? He kisses me everyday and he tells me he loves all the time. He loves to have his arm around me in bed and is always putting his lips to my forehead. I don’t know why after all these years he still feels like that but I now come to expect it. I really don’t think he loves anything on this earth more than me. I am beginning to wonder though because as we were drifting off to sleep the other night he saddles up beside me his mouth next to my ear and whispers,”That asparagus soup Linda sent over was delicious.”
I love you too Asparagus Breath!