I’m busted. Really. I’m in seriously deep trouble. After making the first post The Sidekick about my trip to Argentina, I’ve been pulling couch duty at night because I failed to mention the third member of our travel party. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my fiancée Madeleine.
Some guys might consider having their lady along a buzz kill. Not me. Madeleine is of the tough and beautiful variety. There aren’t any bonnets and silk stockings in her wardrobe; heck, she doesn’t even wear makeup. ”Maddy” relishes getting her hands grimmy, and she’s a source of non-stop entertainment with the way she upstages and outworks grown men. She left me in the dust long ago. I think it was 1 hour and 15 minutes into our relationship. That was nearly 5 years ago.
By way of establishing her credentials, Maddy (who is American) and I met in Argentina. She was studying abroad, and I was working as an outfitter in the Andes Mountains. We literally crossed paths on a mountain trail. It happened to be just that day when I’d decided to give up on Argentine women (they’re bad for your health…like country music’s Terri Clark sings: “easy on the eyes, but hard on the heart”). And, kabooom, I met the love of my life. She’s fluent in Spanish, rides horses like the wind, is very handy with a camera, and can gaucho with the best of them.
There. That should clear the air. I’m 5′ 11″, but our couch is 5′ 6″. I’ve developed bent-leg syndrome from sleeping on it. I look forward to erecting my posture back to full stature, which’ll happen just as soon as I hit “send” on this blog…
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