In the beginning of "Wayne and Mary", not Wayne, because he had a life before Mary, Wayne was 25. Wayne had a broken heart from his last girlfriend, she was a blind girl with perfect eyes of blue. She looked right at you and didn't see a thing. She had a voice like an angle and a promising career as a singer. I have to cut this part of the story short, someday I'll tell you about it. She ran off with a bass player one day. When a blind person rejects you, they are rejecting your very soul, because they are not distracted by the way you look.
So Wayne decided that he wasn't very good at picking girls. He prayed to God that he would choose the next one and by the way she should be 36-26-36, blond and have a much lower IQ than himself. God said "No problemo! I got just what you need. Just let me have some time to set up the meeting." Paraphrased of course.
Wayne was working in a restaurant as a waiter. Being a waiter was the perfect job for a young person. You made some money, you didn't have to work too hard, and you had a fair amount of free time. One night Wayne didn't have any customers so he went to the front door to hang out. There she was, the new front door hostess. He was suddenly shocked and heard this voice say "Well what do you think?" The conversation continued in Wayne's head for only a few seconds but that was long enough. "She's wonderful! But she isn't like the girl I described to you God." He replied "Trust me."
Well she was 98 lbs soaking wet (that's an old saying in the south). How should I say this, she was challenged in the boobage department. The blond hair dye covered up her red hair but non of this made any difference, I was in love. Again.
Yada yada yada. I have to stay on subject, Marriage. But one last thing is important. I had lived with people before with disastrous results and I remembered the message of those legalistic preachers "If you live together before you are married, you are guarantied to get a divorce! Thus sayeth the Lord!" So I determined not to make the same mistake again. I'm leaving out a lot! I have to go fast so this doesn't become a novelette.
(This is where I add important information I forgot, Mary is four months older than me, and her IQ is five points higher.)
Mary's father died. He got up one morning and got in his car to go to work and never put the car in gear. Did I forget to say Mary was living with her Mom and Dad? Well she was. Mary's mom was grief stricken. The family had insurance so there was at least that stability. But after a while Mary's mom was more than she could take and one night I opened the door of my apartment. There she was, "If you love me you will let me in." Well I loved her so, you know. This started the three years we lived together before we got married.
This is the end of installment one. Next chapter soon.