this is still my dream....a fun vw and we're off!  i love the colors it comes in.  i love the cute shape.  i love quirky. as long as there's some color and whimsy.  i enjoy nice little things in life...things of all kinds...i'm a material girl....but, i'm surprisingly not needy for some of the flash. 

some people need cars, big or small, euro names or big fill 'em up trucks....no status there for me.  who really cares. just the finer things...that don't need to be shouted from the top of a building.

funny, biff and i both feel that way...when we met, we both had jettas.  we bought them within  month of each other a year or two before we met.

at that time in my life, i had some of the craziest dating of my life....the bakery theory again....try a little bit of everything!  there was a phase of "ers" and "ors" that i lived through....barely......yawn.  and it wasn't with a stutterer.

like a bakery cookie at a baby shower, i had a bit....but the touch of almond made me put it aside in the pretty party napkin.  oh, come on! you've done that too!

the "er"phase included a walter and the "or" phase included a victor.....

my story would be so different with a "er" or an "or".....my biff is much better for me.  certainly biff goes better than the others with littlemarymixup!

for real.  not just because of the name.  the "er" was way too arrogant and the "or" was a fun guy that may still not have grown up.

"or" and i met while i was selling men's clothing to retail stores. we sold to saks 5th avenue
http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/Entry.jsp?site_refer=360i+G&kw_refer=saks+fifth+avenue, brooks brothers
http://www.brooksbrothers.com/,
nordstrom
http://shop.nordstrom.com 
lots more. we sold private label to them all.

there were some days, while i was in the factory, an individual would take the subway over to brooklyn to buy a suit wholesale...."such a deal!"

some of the best dressed men in connecticut like a deal.  one day while at the factory, a nice guy came in looking for a suit...a friend from wall street had referred him .....i helped him select a suit.  we had it fitted. was fun...we had some friends in common.  it's a small world in new york.

off went the "or"....back to the city.  that was that.  on to the next thing.  he would be back in a week to pick up his suit, a classic glen plaid.

again, "or" was back. he came to pick up his suit. it was perfect. alfonso, the tailor did a great job!

"or" and i exchanged pleasantries and he was off to the city...loving the deal and the fabulous well tailored suit!"  i was always thrilled to have sent one more man out in the world with a high end, properly tailored suit.  from the chairman of the board to the new trainee, i felt a sense of pride in each of my "boys" i sent out to be an emperor in his new clothes...feeling like  million even though he spent a lot less.

the next day, the phone in my office jingled. "i have no pants!"  the voice at the other end of the phone blurted. "excuse me?" i questioned.

it was the "or"...he had gotten home and he had no pants.  he wanted me to account for his pants.  "well! certainly, it's your job to keep your pants on!" i exclaimed.

it seemed his new pants had slipped off the hanger while on the subway.  he told a great story...we laughed and laughed that "or" lost his pants"

and our relationship grew....into dating.  it took weeks and weeks for "or" to get his new pants altered....

back and forth and phone calls and mutual friends....and let the dating begin. 

i was at the bakery...my good friend had told me, after a serious break up,  that i should 

live life like a bakery and try a bit of everything!

and that's when the "ors and the "ers" began.  

after that"er" fun stage, i moved on...to the "or stage"!

so many"ers"and so many"ors"there was so little time!  and about that time....a good friend called and said,"i have this great guy!"

and i listened...and listened to his material well being.  i was bored. he had a jaguar...

he had a beach house...had...had...had...had....
yawn.  he just had.  still, just stuff. 

i stopped my friend from rambling on......"but is he nice?"...."i've had some of the worst times of my life in a b.m.w. and mercedes and porsches(o.k., it was red with tartan seats that even matched my favorite kilt?  what's not to love?  about the car. not the guy.) 

i impatiently said with  smile," i'd date  guy with a 1969 bug car with a ripped convertible  if he was nice!"

i finished up the call with a thank you and i'd think about it...so nice that people cared.it was sweet of my old friend to want to share...what she thought was a catch.

when i hung up the phone, my mom looked at me, over her big reading jackie-os...she said, "what you need.......is a guy with a jetta!"

and that's what i got.  a great guy...the love of my life...who makes me laugh...everyday...and makes me fall in love again...everyday.....

and to think, i could have missed it all.......if i was worried about the hood ornament!"