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In that he is completely different than my late husband.
Wayne was tall, good-looking (looked a bit like a more Caucasian version of John Redcorn on King of the Hill since he was only 1/4 Indian), former musician who has jammed with Rush, met Ozzy Osbourne, Jimmy Page and many others, deep sexy voice, uber Old World German and utterly confident of his race's superiority over my mere Polish ancestry. Being a former musician he was used to women flocking around him, y'know the groupie type "Oooh, you're a musician."
Actually, Wayne had a prison sentence. Long story, non-violent crime. Of course I didn't know this until I had been with him a few months. The day we met was the day he got out of prison and a friend picked him up at the bus station in Bay City and brought him into teh restaurant where I worked for a cup of coffee. His friend introduced us--honestly, I didn't pay a whole lot of attention at the time--but Wayne went back to work locally and became a regular at the restaurant. After it closed down, I saw him in passing occasionally. The friend that introduced us helped me move into the house I was renting and he mentioned to Wayne that I had a lot of books. So Wayne stopped over one day to look at my books. And that was it.
With the religious guy, he's a custodian at the school I work at, so I had seen him around in passing. Again, didn't pay a whole lot of attention to him mainly because I was married. Then one day I was in the break room making copies and he had come in to work early to eat and was in there eating. We made some really inane small talk and when he got up to leave he said, "Hope to see you around." Something about the way he said it made me look twice at him (and didn't see a wedding ring), but it sounded genuine, like he really DID want to see me. So I asked if he wanted my phone number, figuring the worst he could say was that he was already seeing someone and nothing would change in my life. He nervously said, "Yeah. So ... what do you like to do?" When I mentioned horses, he perked right up and said that his daughter liked horses and he wanted her to take lessons.
Though I hate to compare him to Wayne, he's not as good-looking (he's not bad-looking, just kinda normal looking), gets a little nervous around me, his compliments come out kinda weird sounding at times, his voice is kinda nasal sounding, he has dentures (he was in a bad car accident as a teenager and lost a lot of his permanent teeth) and has a receding hairline so he's a bit self-conscious about his looks, but he is sweet and he's very devoted to his daughter. Plus, he likes my homemade cheese. Wayne never ate my homemade cheese.
