Summer Lovin’

After our first date, Obed and I became a hot item, very quickly. Things happened faster than a New York second! We spent all of our free time together, and even then, it was never enough. You see, since I have known Obed, time was always against us. His work hours were always crazy. He was off one day a week, sometimes twice, if he got lucky. I was going to school full time and looking for the perfect paralegal job. I always refer to our courtship as our “Summer of Love”. 298223_1957673543059_1245175_nWe met mid-June, a few weeks later we started chatting and texting. He proved to me that chivalry was not dead and he was the absolute sweetest man ever.

Obed was quite the gentleman. He opened doors for me, made sure I was always walking on the inside of the sidewalk, and he paid attention to every detail. He knew exactly what I was wearing the very first day we met, how I had my hair fixed and even the color of my nails. Dating him was so different than any other guy I had ever dated. There was something so refreshing about him. He made falling in love so easy. Every day we spent together was magical. Some days we would go for a walk in the park, other days we’d spend hours hanging out at his pool, swimming and grilling. We would go grocery shopping and cook dinner together. Of course, he mostly did the cooking and I would help with the dishes.

So finally one night, after dinner and a movie, we were hanging out on his sofa, talking. Then, suddenly, we had our first kiss ever. It was such a sweet moment, but was interrupted by Obed pushing me away, looking me straight in the eyes and saying to me, “Mira, tu me encantas,” (Look, I adore you) “but I don’t want to be hugging you, kissing you, touching you…I don’t want to do anything like that with you, unless you are going to be my woman…” I didn’t understand what the hell had just happened. We were in the middle of a moment and he completely ruined it. Then he continues to plead his case.

“I know you don’t want a relationship, but if you just let me love you…I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Before I had a chance to even respond, he looks up at the clock and says, “I will give you some time to think about it, but if in 2 months, maybe even 4 months, you don’t know that you want to be my woman, then we can just be friends.” Still, I had no idea what was actually happening. Then he says “It’s getting late and I am sure your parents are waiting on you, so you should probably go ahead and head home.” & then he sent me on my merry way…

The whole way home, I thought about what had just transpired. I thought “this guy is crazy…who wouldn’t want a relationship with no strings attached?” At the time, I had been single for a while. My previous break up was hard on me and I just knew I would be single forever. Dating was the least of my concerns. That night, however, Obed changed that for me. Immediately when I got home, I called him to let him know I made it home safely. I also called to let him know, that I would accept his proposal to be his woman. This was on July 23, 2009, just one month after, that one fine summer day when we first met.

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Roses are red, Roses are radishes

Before I get started, on how Obed stole my heart, I want to thank you for reading along and following my blog. I really appreciate all the love, feedback and support. It encourages me to continue sharing my story and hopefully inspires you to one day do the same, if ever you find yourself with something burdening your heart so heavy, you just have to let it out. Now, let’s get back to biznishhh!

Our first date was the sweetest thing. At the time I had no idea that Obed was passionate about the kitchen. I only knew that he worked at one of my favorite seafood joints in Dallas. I was excited about what we would do because I hadn’t had a first date in a while but I was a little nervous, to be honest. He asked me to meet him at his place in Irving, so I had quite the commute ahead of me. I lived in Seagoville, where I grew up and lived my whole life. That is this little ol’ country town on the outskirts of Dallas. We are barely considered Dallas County, actually. It is the “City of Opportunity”, where ironically enough, we have a Federal Penitentiary right next door to our Central Park. It’s comical! Irving and Seagoville are two extremes on the DFW Metro-plex spectrum. It was about a 40 minute commute for me but it was always worth it. I would usually see him on Monday’s or Tuesday’s when he was off and they were the best days ever.

However, this is the story of my little rose radishes on our very first date; the second bunch of flowers Obed ever gifted me.

For those of you who don’t know me, I am a foodie. Nothing makes me happier than breakfast, lunch, snacks or dinner! I even have a hungry dance too and if the food is really good— sound effects, “Mmmm…!”

The fact that I married a chef was just the icing on the cake!

(See what I did there?) So at this point, O and I are barely getting to know each other. We’ve been calling and texting each other for a few weeks now. He had already delivered the most gorgeous flowers I had ever received to my home and I felt like the least I could do was give the guy a chance.  He was off that day and had planned a romantic night in, where he prepared dinner for us and won this curvaceous womans heart over! When I got to his place, he was busy in the kitchen. Of course, I offered to help, but he insisted I sit down and wait for my plate to be served. He had some carne asada (grilled flank steak) going, he was chopping up cilantro, limes and radishes, and had the tortillas on the comal (Spanish for flat iron griddle us Mexicans use for warming tortillas). He was on it! His ability to do so many things at once, was impressive. I would have surely caught the place on fire!

Then, he cut up the carne asada into little pieces and started setting the table. He put all the limes in a dish with the finely chopped cilantro and next thing I know –

I see the cutest little radishes, carved into pretty little roses. It was the cutest thing ever!

& finally, dinner was served. We had such a wonderful time and I learned all about his passion of food, and he learned all about mine, as I stuffed my face with best carne asada tacos, dressed with cilantro, lime and homemade green salsa. It was then that he showed me how to eat the little rose shaped radishes. It was also then, that I learned I had a very handsome, sweetie pie of a prospect!

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The Meet Cute

You know when you begin watching a movie, a chick flick to be exact, and you get all giddy because you just know it’s gonna be one of those movies that is gonna give you butterflies and inspire you to believe in love? Well, all of these movies have one thing in common, and it’s called a “meet cute”. The meet cute is that scene in a romantic film, where the two characters, who are destined to be together, meet for the very first time. It’s that unplanned moment where they accidentally bump into each other or lock eyes from across the room.

Well tonight, I am gonna share with you my “meet cute” moment of when I met, who I consider, the love of my life.

It’s mid-June, one helluva hot Texas Summer in 2009. I am single, I am happy, I am comfortable in my own skin and I am wrapping up my last semester in the Paralegal Studies Program at El Centro College. My sister, Yadira, and I go to lunch at my favorite casual seafood joint here in Dallas—Hook, Line & Sinker!20161018_192005  It’s afternoon, the lunch rush is gone and we are greeted with smiles and a bunch of “Eeeeyyyyy, how are you? Long time, no see!” by the very friendly staff that recognize us as regulars. We smile, laugh, place our order, and take a seat. Our order is ready in less than 20 minutes and instead of walking up to the counter for our food, there comes this friendly face delivering our order to our table. He smiles, sets the food down in front of us, and politely asks if there is anything else we need. I respond with, “No. We’re fine, thank you!” and he smiles again and says “Provecho!” as he walks away. & for all my non-Latin sisters out there, this simply means “Enjoy!” Moments later, that same friendly face is gazing over, cleaning all the empty tables around us, and asks if we are doing alright or need anything else. My response remains the same but only this time in Spanish to be polite, “Estamos bien, gracias!” He continues cleaning the already clean tables around us and finally asks (in Spanish of course) “Where are you from?” I quickly answer, trying to get that bite of food down, “Dallas,” even though I am really just a small town gal, trying to make it in the big bad city. He wouldn’t even know where Seagoville, Texas was anyways. Dallas is the much better response. He then says, very proudly, that he is from Aguascalientes (this translates to “hotwaters”). I didn’t know where that was, but I knew it was in Mexico. I really just tried to be like “oh cool” and go back to minding my business of tearing up that delicious seafood. Then he says, “I can take you one day, if you ever want to go.” So me being the friendly gal that I am, just go along with the convo and say, “Yea, sure! Whenever you want to invite me, I’ll go!” but rolling my eyes internally. Finally, he introduces himself:

“Yo me llamo Obed.” I respond with “Ana, nice to meet you” in Spanish.

Then he starts making small talk, asking whether or not we frequent this place a lot, what part of Mexico my family is from, etc. At the time, I had no idea that Obed had worked there for about 2 years, when we met, but we never saw each other until that day. At this point, I was just ready to leave, but I kept smiling and answering and finally, signaled to my sis with just a look, LET’S GOOOOOO!!!! She likes him. She thinks he is cute, and she says, “Ana, he is nice, I think you should just leave him your number.” I look at her like (insert rolling eyes emoticon here) “Girl, please!” We leave the restaurant, say goodbye and I walk out of his life fuh-eva, until the weekend of July 4th. I was still single, still happy, enjoying my life and on holiday. I am visiting family in El Paso, Texas and Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico. Then suddenly, I get a text a message in Spanish

“Hola! Como estas?” My automatic response was “You have the wrong number”

because no one ever texted me in Spanish. Then he hit me with “Ana? It’s me, the guy from Aguascalientes!” Immediately, I dialed my sister in less than 2.5 seconds and ripped her a new one. She laughs hysterically, “Ahahahahahahhaha! Sis, just talk to him! He is nice and he’s cute too! Maybe he will give us the hook up on some food!” My sister was worried about a hook up and I was concerned with whether or not he was a psychopath serial killer (that’s just how my mind works). I was mad! You DO NOT just give out one’s phone number like that. It is a clear Girl Code violation. Especially between sisters! Like, who does that? Later, I found out she had gone back to Hookline for dinner one night and Obed remembered her. He asked her about me, and she gave him my number.

So then, I had this guy named Obed from Aguascalientes, Mexico texting me what seemed like every damn day, until I finally gave him the time of day. & to make long story short, a few weeks later, we are texting frequently and talking and I received the most beautiful flowers ever gifted to me and delivered straight to my home. 20161018_190949My mother was in awe and was curious as to who sent me those beauties. I so weirdly respond, “Mom, it’s this guy named Obed and he is from Mexico and he works at a restaurant.” At this point, I am still thinking I am totally out of his league. This guy couldn’t possibly think he stands a chance. I am a U.S. Citizen! Although, Donald Trump would argue that I am an anchor baby, but we will save that for another blog. I hate to sound vain and all but let’s face it, we all think we know what kind of guy we will end up with. For sure, I never thought I would marry a Mexican. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my people. I am proud to be Mexicana. I love everything Latin. The thing is, when you are born and raised in the U.S. and you are Latina, you just don’t grow up submerged in your culture. It is very different. I don’t discriminate when it comes to men. I like them all. No matter race or color. I just didn’t think in a million years that I would marry a straight up Mexican from dead smack in the center of Mexico. Aguascalientes, Mexico to be exact. I quickly learned that Obed was such a hopeless romantic and everything he did, he did with such a sweet and enormous passion. He paid attention to everything, and he was ever so detailed. Obed always made it a point to let me know how special I was to him and wasn’t afraid to tell me that he knew he loved me, from the very first time he saw me. I never believed in love at first sight. In fact, I thought that was a thing of fairy tales and simply didn’t exist. Looking back, however, and realizing all the details, I see now that everything Obed ever told me was true. He loved me from that day forward. Obed always told me throughout our marriage, how he could never forget the day he laid eyes on me. He said that he knew from the moment he first saw me that I would be his wife. He recounts our “meet cute” much differently than I do. When I walked in to the restaurant that day, he says he was immediately drawn to me. He said my smile was contagious and that my aura illuminated joy and happiness and he could not wait to get close to me.

Finally, after much conversation about him with my momma, I decided I should give the guy a chance. I needed to thank him for the beautiful flowers and so I agreed to have a first date. The rest is history. Two years later, we married on a lovely Fall evening in the middle of a beautiful garden in good ol’ Palestine, Texas on September 17, 2011. Fast forward four years later and we find ourselves divorced.

Now before y’all start feeling sorry for me, please know that I actually am ok. I am still very excited to share my life adventures of what being married to a chef was like. It was absolutely the most challenging, yet rewarding experience of my life. I hope you enjoy my stories and are able to take something positive from them that can be applied to any marriage. I wish to inspire you on my quest for steaming things up and cooling things off, all for the sake of perfecting an eternal recipe for life and love!

Thank y’all for following, subscribing, liking and sharing! I appreciate all the love and support. Provecho!

XO – Ana Verduzco

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