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  • I am grateful for him, Sean, my life partner, husband, best friend and soul mate. He loves me no matter WHAT I look like...he loves me...and I love him. How did I meet this wonderful man?

    I was going to the Renaissance Faire in my home state of Massachusetts on September 17, 1994 with my friend, Aila. We got dressed up in costume and went to the Faire to have a great time. We arrived early, 10 AM, to catch a FULL day at the Faire. As we approached the front gate ( a huge high wall with a balcony above the ticket windows and entrance) a couple of men were up on the balcony welcoming and harassing the customers as they entered the front gate.

    I looked up and said to Aila, "See the one with the red beard and the grey hat? I know him from somewhere. He's an actor I've met working in theatre. I never forget a face but I can't remember his name!" He had on a large grey hat and sported a long red beard but what I saw were his blue, blue eyes. I KNEW this guy but who was he?

    He waved to me and I waved back. Unbeknownst to me at the time he was saying the SAME thing to the fellow on the balcony standing next to him. "Hey Ralphy", he said, "See those two women down there?" Ralph nodded and said, "I like the redhead with the legs!" Sean said, "No, the brunette with the cleavage. I KNOW her from somewhere but I can't remember her name. She's someone I worked with on the circuit."

    Aila and I walked in (we had pre-purchased tickets) and Sean nearly fell off the balcony welcoming us. "GOOD DAY, my ladies! (and to me he directed) "A marvelous display of cleevage!" (emphasizing clee) I laughed and in the spirit of the ribald day I threw back, "Yes, my lord, they are also REAL!" Aila and I laughed and entered the front gate. Well, Sean nearly killed himself running down the back stairs to meet us. "I wish you a wonderful day, my lady and I think I know you from somewhere." "Well, my lord", I replied, "I think I know you also! We'll see each other again!" Then Aila and I went off to enjoy the day.

    I kept running into him throughout the day at various points around the Faire. I also flirted with some very handsome singers ( long hair, good looks they kind of men I was attracted to) and they flirted back! We were having a wonderful day at the Faire.

    At the end of the day during the final singalong with the company, Sean sent me a rose and asked me to dinner to figure out where we knew each other (but I had to drive as he was without a car). I said okay and that I would meet him at the front gate. He disappeared. Aila and I headed toward the front gate after a while saying goodbye to people we had met throughout the day. The young, handsome man with the long hair who sang accosted me near the front gate with tickets for the show the next day. "Come back and see me, fine lady. Perhaps we could go out this evening for some dinner?"

    My heart stopped. Now HE was asking me out to dinner! What was I going to do? I looked up and spied Sean standing at the front gate in his civilian clothes. He was a little wobbly on his legs and I could see he was bald but had a long red beard. He also seemed to walk with a limp. (Sean was in a car accident when he was 16 and does walk with a funny gait.) His face lit up when I saw him and those blue eyes sparkled. I turned to the singer and said, "Sorry, luv, but I have a date tonight. Thanks."

    Sean and I went out to dinner and talked about our lives. We had never worked together and had never crossed paths. We had both done radio, played drums and performed but he in the south and me up north. We had met in another lifetime and picked up where we left off. Three days later Sean moved into my home and two weeks later we were performing at the Renaissance Faire together. (see picture above) We have been together for 18 years through thick and thin.
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