One of the fun things about writing a true story (with just
a little judicious editing) is delving into the details and sharing what is
real and what is not real. And for those real
items, perhaps sharing a little photographic evidence…
The description of my husband’s attire the night that I met
him is absolutely true, right down to the blue sunglasses:
It was not just that he was handsome; he had style! Style like none I had ever seen before. He was at least six feet tall and was
wearing, I kid you not, a pale blue suit, complete with matching pale blue
sweater underneath. He had accented this
ensemble with a large silver chain, massively spiked dark hair, a perfectly
sculpted goatee and, wait for it, pale blue sunglasses. Clearly this guy took coordination to a whole
new level. It was immediately obvious that he was either gay, not from this
country or both. If he turned out to be
gay, all the better. A new friend with
great hair and makeup tips was always a good thing.
(Excerpt from French Twist by Glynis Astie, Copyright 2013.)
Unfortunately, I was not able to snap a photo that night (cell phones with cameras were not as common back in 2001.) I do; however, have a photo of him wearing
his amazing pale blue suit on a later occasion.
As an added bonus, he had had a shaving “accident” that night and is
completely devoid of his beautifully sculpted goatee. I have not yet been granted permission to post this precious pic, but I am working on it! Tune in next week to see if I am successful. :)
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