My theme is Musical Memories: The Memories that music brings rushing back.
So, today I am borrowing from an old entry in 2008 and stretching a bit to get X. There was a fellow I dated for a year before I met my Pete. And while we were dating, when we'd be in a pool hall, Pete would play George Strait's "You Look So Good in Love" and dedicate it to my ex, Rocky.
And he'd say, "That's what he's saying now." That's the song.
Now for the memory.
Prior
to meeting and marrying Pete, I had dated a fellow from Beaumont
named Rocky for close to a year. He was my last boyfriend before
Pete. Then I had met Pete and three months later, we were married. I
had a Mustang Cobra unlike any other around these parts and he drove
a little red AMX. Two similar sporty cars. I have an old photo of
them parked hood to hood and a caption above them that says, "The
other couple in love."
But I digress. I don't remember the reason, but one day Pete had to go to Beaumont. Now, being a good country boy, he tries hard not to go to the big city. And to him that is the big city. But for some reason he did need to go and for whatever reason (may have just been to drive something different) he took my Mustang.
Down in Beaumont, Pete was having trouble locating the place he was looking for. Well, he has more common sense than pride, so he pulled in to a tire shop to ask directions. A man was standing outside in the parking lot. Pete parked near him and got out to ask directions. The man was looking the Mustang up and down. Then he was looking Pete up and down. Finally, before answering Pete's question, he asked his own, "I guess you are the guy that married Barbara?" Pete looked at him for a moment and then said, "Yes, I am. And I suppose you are Rocky."
When all was said and done, Rocky told him how to get where he was going. And Pete got a kick out of telling me about this chance meeting. All I can say is "what are the odds!?!?" We aren't talking a tiny one horse town here. And we are talking about a public place....a tire shop. I suppose it was meant to be.
But I digress. I don't remember the reason, but one day Pete had to go to Beaumont. Now, being a good country boy, he tries hard not to go to the big city. And to him that is the big city. But for some reason he did need to go and for whatever reason (may have just been to drive something different) he took my Mustang.
Down in Beaumont, Pete was having trouble locating the place he was looking for. Well, he has more common sense than pride, so he pulled in to a tire shop to ask directions. A man was standing outside in the parking lot. Pete parked near him and got out to ask directions. The man was looking the Mustang up and down. Then he was looking Pete up and down. Finally, before answering Pete's question, he asked his own, "I guess you are the guy that married Barbara?" Pete looked at him for a moment and then said, "Yes, I am. And I suppose you are Rocky."
When all was said and done, Rocky told him how to get where he was going. And Pete got a kick out of telling me about this chance meeting. All I can say is "what are the odds!?!?" We aren't talking a tiny one horse town here. And we are talking about a public place....a tire shop. I suppose it was meant to be.
Have you ever had such an unusual circumstantial meeting occur?
What's your favorite George Strait song?
