Thursday, July 1, 2010

I Found My Husband in the Tenth Grade, by Yolanda Adele

I was fourteen and in the tenth grade when I found the person who would ultimately become my husband. He was older than me by two years. Though Vic was in the eleventh grade he had to repeat tenth grade English composition.

The first time I walked in to the class room I saw his head resting on his folded arms on top his desk. I had never seen such beautiful blond wavy hair on a boy. It was the color of country butter. I was tempted to run my fingers through those thick sassy golden tresses as I passed his desk.

Unfortunately, students had to sit in alphabetical order, my last name, Yudico, started with “Y” which put me at the back of the class. His name Adele began with “A”, so we were at polar ends of the room. I spent most of the class time peering around the students sitting in front of me. I tried to get a look at his face.

I hoped and waited for the teacher, Mrs. Christopher to tell him to sit up straight. But she didn't. When she called his name at roll call he merely grunted "Here!" and she noted his attendance.

After the class period was over I scurried to make my way to the front of the room to get a better look at him. By the time I got there he was gone.

The next day I nervously waited at the front door of our English classroom until he finally sashayed by me, but not before he turned to glance at me with his majestic powder blue eyes. He was beyond movie star good looks; he was “Adonically” gorgeous!

Suddenly it became difficult for me to catch my breath. Simultaneity my knees felt weak, my heart pounded like bass drums in my ears, I was sure he must have heard it too. I felt my neck and face swelter. I really didn’t understand what was happening to me. I wondered if it was just a coincidence that I got sick at that point or was my girlfriend right when she later said that I was under some kind of spell?

He was extremely good looking, but there was something else about him that made me feel safe and special just to be near him.

The first time he kissed me, I was going down the steps of our high school library and he was going up the steps. When we saw each other we stopped and just stared at one another until the staircase was empty of other students, and faculty.

Then he came up to the same step as I was on. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and then gave me my first “grown up” kiss on the mouth; like I’d seen in the movies. He lit my world like the 4th of July.

Two years later we were married.


  1. Such a sweet story, Yolanda, about meeting your husband in the tenth grade. Now I'd like to hear about the pitty-pats your "Adonis" in the front row was feeling for "Aphrodite Yudico" in the back of the class. I'm sure your attributes were many, like we know today. Will you write that story for us, too ... please?

  2. Yolanda, even though our stories are simular you've written yours with a touch of romanticism which is so you.

  3. Yolanda, Your story reads like a fairy tale...and they lived happily ever after. A beautiful description of first tender love. Loved your expressions "Adonically" gorgeous and his majestic powder blue eyes!
    May your romance continue for many, many more years.