Sunday, February 5, 2012

Mary Martinez guest posting!

For a surprise and a change of pace, I've invited author Mary Martinez to guest blog here on writersblock buster. A change is as good as a vacation, as an old workaholic boss used to say. So here she is, Mary, from Mary's Garden Blog. Her story is great...
Thank you, L. L., for inviting me to visit your blog. Since it’s Valentines month, I’m going to tell you a story about how I met my husband.

It was a long time ago in the ancient time of life after divorce. I was a single mom with three kids, and poor. One weekend the girls at the office wanted to go to Studebakers a local hang out in downtown Salt Lake City. So I scrambled to find enough for a babysitter, which left exactly 2 dollars for the cover. Yes, I drank water all night. And the guys that were asking me to dance were babies!

This was long before ‘cougars’ or I may have been tempted.

All of us were standing around and one of my friends said, ‘last one on the dance floor buys pizza.’ I was broke I couldn’t afford to lose. Literally. So I pointed to a guy, dark hair, mustache and glasses and asked “Does that guy, the one who looks like Sonny Bono, look older than me?” and when the unanimous vote was ‘yes’ I went and asked him to dance.

We got along great, I thought he was cute and I think he thought I was too, then I told him I was getting a divorce and it would be final in August (this was June or July). He seemed disappointed, and then informed me he didn’t date women who weren’t divorced yet. DANG.

So the summer passed and I went to Studebakers with my friend from work and as it so happened, it was August. Guess who was there? I had a bit of money in my pocket and ordered a beer and asked the waitress to take it to him. But while she was gone to get the order he came over and asked me to dance. Unfortunately, the beer never made it to him because we were on the dance floor. We danced all night and as he walked me to my car I told him about how I’d ordered a beer for him. He thought that was ‘sweet’.

The next night I had a date with an old high school crush that I’d met at the reunion a few weeks before. Well, let’s just say it didn’t turn out and when I got home the night was still young. I said to the babysitter “Can you stay longer? I want to go see if the cute guy is at Studebakers again.” AND HE WAS!

With another woman.

I danced a bit with some friends and then I thought I’d better go home so the babysitter could also. Besides I didn’t want to hang out and watch him with this other woman. As I left I caught the waitress and bought a beer—paid for it this time—and pointed out where he was sitting and said to tell him this is the beer that got lost last night. And then I walked out the door and went home.

The following day he called me and we talked for four hours. And we’ve been together ever since, 23 years.

There you have my story. Or did I make it up? What do you think?

You can find out about my new Beckett Series at

You can find me on twitter @marylmartinez
Or visit Mary’s Garden Blog


L.L. Muir said...

Such a romantic story! I'm feeling more in the mood for Valentine's Day this year than I ever have been before!

Bring on the chocolates!

J. Coleman said...

I met mine 37 years ago at a Doobie Brothers concert. He borrowed my binoculars, my heart, and has yet to return either. Love your story. Studebakers was real. Looking forward to the Beckett series.

Mary Martinez said...

Thanks L. L. And thank you so much for inviting me!

Okay, well Joelene, I'm not spilling the beans about whether it's true yet or not. LOL.

Let me know if you enjoy the Becketts when the come to town.
I'm off to work now, I'll check in later.

Mary Martinez said...

PS Joelene,I love the Doobie Brothers and you DON'T look old enough to have known your husband 37 years.

Marie Higgins said...

Okay y'all...I have to say, if you start reading Mary's book "Disappeared" are NOT going to want to put it down! Just a warning... (wink)

Congrats, Mary!

Mary Martinez said...

Thank you Marie! I appreciate the review. And thanks for visiting me at L.L.'s blog.