Story
Our story started off in an unusual way and on an unusual day (Mother’s Day). If it wasn’t for my fraternity brother inviting me to his grandmother’s home that day, I would have never met Joyce. Joyce works in the medical field, and at the time was completing her Masters of Nursing from California State University,LA. I worked in banking, while being completely consumed with a custody battle, as well as dealing with a boss who spent more time in Washington D.C. campaigning for the historical bank bailout. Our lives were very busy. Nonetheless, Joyce walked into my fraternity’s brother’s grandmother’s home, helped her grandmother (Irene) find a comfortable seat, and proceeded to walk right past me to go study in the kitchen. I was in disbelief that she didn’t look at me or say hi. I sat there for 10 minutes wondering what just happened. I concluded that she must’ve not realized her oversight. I quickly got up, adjusted my bowtie, and walked into the kitchen and introduced myself, “Hello, my name is Ricky Jackson and you are?”. She looked up, said hello and went back to studying. I returned to my seat thinking the decision to walk into the kitchen was perhaps one of my best auditing assignments of the year.
We didn’t see each other again until Father’s Day, when the same fraternity brother invited me to his home to watch the game and to celebrate the event. Joyce sat across from me, and my fraternity brother’s wife invited Joyce to come sit next to me. Joyce wore a beautiful summer dress, and I enjoyed taking several glances at her nice legs. At the end of the evening, I asked my fraternity brother to give her my number. When my frat tried to give her my number, she told him to have him call her. I called a few days later and we talked for a very long time... as they say, the rest is history.