When Rob and I were first corresponding via email, I didn’t know what he looked like or he me. It wasn’t important. We were friends although looking back we both realize that the intent changed sooner than either of us realized until much later.
Rob had taken a long road trip through the U.S. just before he and I “met” courtesy of my rather flip/flirty reply to a post of his on the widow board. At the time I was just being cute. One of the social aspects of the board allowed for kidding that bordered (or completely crossed the line at times) on that kind of adult banter.
On his journey, he had sent periodic updates of his progress to the board and posted pictures of the places he’d stopped along the way. Many of the pictures featured him and he acquired quite the widda fan club. Women emailed/pm’d him with invitations to lunch or for coffee or dinner if he should happen to be “in their neighborhood”.
I hadn’t been paying attention and didn’t read about his travels or see the photos until after we’d started to write/IM.
He never knew what I looked like until after he told me that he had feelings for me.
Today’s tee is one that Rob was wearing in one of the first photos I saw of him that were not from the widow board collection. It was one that MidKid took of the two of them in the kitchen here in our home. She had it posted on her MySpace and Rob directed me to it.
Yes, I saw both MidKid and ElderD’s MySpace pages. Rob shared them with me because he is proud of them and wanted me to know them.
I still love this particular photo. It is one of my favorites Rob looks good in tight tee’s.
anniegirl1138 
you are so lucky 🙂
back when you could only get coors in CO, it was a hot commodity here in the midwest. ‘acquired taste’? that’s a nice way to put it…
love the t-shirt story. very sweet… and clearly, the best gal won the competition! you got to keep him!
Oh, it was never a competition. Rob was quite vehement in his disapproval of the stalking/hunting that went on at the widda board. Which is ironic in retrospect considering what our friendship blossomed into. He saw through all the obvious come ons and tactfully played dumb. There was one widow though that ended up stalking him for a bit. Mullet wearing, Harley driving. There would have been no competition there either, but during that drama, he and I were still just friends.
Coors Light is an acquired taste. It’s a picnic, softball game, or sitting on the front porch watching cars go by beer. It’s the official beer of Southern Maryland. If I had my druthers I would drink something else, but some times it hits the spots.
Beer is a taste I never acquired at all.
Coors. I believe they merged with Canadian brewer Molson’s a while back (see Annie’s previous tee shirt Friday). We once toured their brewery in Golden back in the ’90’s during a family vacation (around the time that Zima was new) and Ann and Will stopped in there whilst on their honeymoon in the late ’90’s as well. (A bit of trivia: In our combined effects, we’ve a picture of Will and a picture of me posing in front of that antique brewing kettle out in front of the brewery.)
I don’t know about their politics but I do know their beer is shite. And I’ve drank enough of it to know. Even the Coors Light licensed to and brewed by a Canadian beermaker couldn’t save it.
The tee shirt was free. I would not have paid money for it.
I knew I loved my sweetie before I ever saw his face. We talked (IMed) for 3 months before I did. Turns out, he was damn handsome, and sexy as hell.
I think I told you this before, but Rob told me he loved me before he’d ever seen a picture of me. I think the first time he actually saw me was our first face to face in Idaho Falls. It’s not about the outside, as you already know.
Do women like kissing men who have beards? Doesn’t it irritate the hell out of your skin? I’ve always wondered.
Facial hair is uber sexy. My first husband had a beard during the winter months I could comb my fingers through. It does irritate at first but I have gotten used to it. It’s worth the scratching at any rate, and I find hairy men quite attractive.
Coors. I grew up in Coors country. Don’t care for their politics, however. The picture is too small, though, wish I could see more.
I dragged the image of MidKid’s MySpace and it gets grainy when I try to enlarge it.