My college roommate, Karen, started dating a guy, Steve, who was determined to become a matchmaker. At first he wanted me to date the dark-haired roommate, but I was adament that I "only wanted a blonde", to which he replied, "I have one of those. I'll set you two up." I laughed it off, but he became insistant that this blonde roommate was the perfect guy for me. I really wasn't interested in meeting or dating any of his roommates, for several reasons, but mainly because I was currently seeing someone else.

One Friday night, after leaving a club, Karen and I stopped by the Carolina Coliseum where Steve and his friends were camping out overnight for concert tickets. After introducing us to several of his friends, he informed me that his "blonde" roommate, Doug, was sitting on the back of a red truck playing the guitar and singing. I asked him which one, since there were two blondes sitting in the bed of the truck and he replied it was the one on the right. I told him I would go over and "check him out". I walked over and listened to these four guys play several songs. The guy on the right wasn't bad looking but he had a great voice. I went back to Steve and told him I would consider going out with him on one date.

Steve and Karen threw me a birthday party the next month and Steve invited Doug. I remember when he walked into the room, he wore a Navy blue Polo shirt with big muscles protruding from underneath. His hair was blonder and longer than I remembered, but it had been two months since I had seen him, and when I saw him it was very dark outside. He was much cuter in person and we hit it off instantly.

After three months of dating and seeing each other every single day, Doug proposed and I accepted. We stayed busy the next year planning our wedding and honeymoon. Within a few days after returning from our honeymoon, we were broke and bored. I asked Doug to play me a song on his guitar, which he did. I then asked him to sing me a song and he refused. After asking him several times, he finally said, "I can't sing!" I told him I knew he could because I had heard him sing. He laughed and said if I had heard him sing I would not be asking.
I got VERY angry and hurt that my new husband was NOT going to sing to me. I yelled, "I know you can sing! I heard you the night you were camping out for concert tickets last March." He stopped playing his guitar and became very quiet while he thought back to that night. I told him the name of the song he was singing when I walked up to the truck and he began laughing hysterically. He finally calmed down enought to say, "That wasn't me singing....that was my friend, Davey." Seeing me so angry I began to cry, he began to sing me a song. Halfway through the song, I begged him to stop....he was absolutely correct; he can't carry a tune in a bucket! I MARRIED THE WRONG MAN! Argh! But after 24 years together, I still love him!! But, I have NEVER asked him to sing to me since then!!

Leslie Columbia, SC