How I met my husband. On October 6, 1992, I was working at a male stripper bar called JJs on the far North side of Chicago. I had taken a day job painting apartments for an 85 year old man. A renter the old man had evicted attacked the old man, physically. I stood between them and the renter punched me. So, I beat the shit out of him, breaking his nose. Right after I got out of jail from the assault charge, a few hours later, I changed clothes at a friends thrift store and went out for drinks at Lucky Horseshoe Lounge (another stripper bar in Boystown I had been fired from and permanently kicked out of :-)~ There he was, standing in the middle of the horseshoe shaped bar. I loved his Polish accent. He loved my bad boy attitude. The rest of the night, he was a cat and I was a mouse. I resisted up to the last second before giving in and handing the keys to my 1978 thunderbird over to the valet in his hi-rise. The moment I woke up next to him, I knew I never wanted to wake up anywhere else. This was just the beginning of my Cinderella story.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 13:23:17 +0000