Let me tell you about the phone conversation I had today.
It was Doug & Eula’s wedding that Roger officiated at 2 days after his accident, and this afternoon, Eula called to talk to me. This morning she was at a funeral and she had her wedding pictures along to show to people. She was showing them to some man from Wisconsin when she came to a shot of her posing with two of her friends: me and Connie. He looked at the photo and said, “Who’s that lady? She sure is beautiful. She looks like my kind of woman.” She thought first that he was talking about Connie, but, no. That privilege descended upon yours truly.
He seemed really interested. Interested enough to give Eula his phone number for me.
Even after she told him that I’m taken. That I’m her “preacher’s wife.” He didn’t believe that until her husband confirmed it as truth. He said he could tell from the picture that I’m “a good woman,” and that I’d “make a good wife.” He told Eula that he’d treat my kids real good. He probably would. He owns a bar and a riverboat and some apartments. He’d probably take good care of us. Oh, and he’s 54. Only 21 years older than me.
The way I see it… in the future when Roger and I are having a disagreement, I’ve got a little leverage. I’ll just remind him about that guy in Wisconsin.
All I have to do is ask Eula for his number.