Comments on: Dry Martino: Best Man For Hire http://www.longislandpress.com/2009/11/25/dry-martino-best-man-for-hire/ Serving the opinion leaders of Long Island Wed, 08 Feb 2012 22:48:14 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Lynn http://www.longislandpress.com/2009/11/25/dry-martino-best-man-for-hire/comment-page-1/#comment-8673 Lynn Tue, 01 Dec 2009 14:18:32 +0000 http://www.longislandpress.com/?p=51640#comment-8673 What a beautiful story! Very happy for them. Not sure why it's easier to love someone than like them, or how love can endure while like seems fragile and tenuous. Maybe we love too easily and should wait it out to see if like sticks around awhile before we give in to love. I'll be sure to contact your agent if I ever remarry. What a beautiful story! Very happy for them.

Not sure why it’s easier to love someone than like them, or how love can endure while like seems fragile and tenuous. Maybe we love too easily and should wait it out to see if like sticks around awhile before we give in to love.

I’ll be sure to contact your agent if I ever remarry.

]]> By: Lynn Ramirez http://www.longislandpress.com/2009/11/25/dry-martino-best-man-for-hire/comment-page-1/#comment-8446 Lynn Ramirez Sun, 29 Nov 2009 13:56:25 +0000 http://www.longislandpress.com/?p=51640#comment-8446 I consider myself blessed to have been at that wedding! You just put into words what I always feel every time I'm lucky enough to visit them. They are truly a wonderful family and hey, "high strung" people get things done, I can't imagine her any other way. I'm exhausted just reading the e-mails after all of their get-a-ways! Congratulations to you too Michael! I look forward to reading all your articles! (P.s..Please don't spell check or look this over for grammatical errors, it's Sunday morning and I haven't finished my first cup of coffee yet:) Take care, Lynn (O'Grady) Ramirez I consider myself blessed to have been at that wedding! You just put into words what I always feel every time I’m lucky enough to visit them. They are truly a wonderful family and hey, “high strung” people get things done, I can’t imagine her any other way. I’m exhausted just reading the e-mails after all of their get-a-ways!
Congratulations to you too Michael! I look forward to reading all your articles! (P.s..Please don’t spell check or look this over for grammatical errors, it’s Sunday morning and I haven’t finished my first cup of coffee yet:)
Take care,
Lynn (O’Grady) Ramirez

]]> By: Stacy Soto http://www.longislandpress.com/2009/11/25/dry-martino-best-man-for-hire/comment-page-1/#comment-8380 Stacy Soto Sat, 28 Nov 2009 20:50:29 +0000 http://www.longislandpress.com/?p=51640#comment-8380 ...Hello from the annals of implosion... You hit it right on the button. I can remember one rainy night, running through traffic across the Belt Parkway in Brooklyn, dodging fast-moving vehicles on both sides... my high school sweetheart and I had a fight and it looked like "Doomsville". I couldn't bear the thought, so risking life and limb (at 16), made perfect sense to me. The pain was most definitely, physical as well as emotional. Just why the pain of being run down by a Chevy at 75 mph didn't seem worse is anyone's guess... mostly mine, many years later, after 15 years of divorce. Had I known that later in life, I would no longer love or LIKE him, due to a series of rather heartless intents, I would have turned around and gone to the diner for a celebratory piece of lemon meringue. However, a decade or so and two fabulous kids later, I cannot completely regret... because of the kids. Not bitter here, just the facts. In high school, our perceptions are barely developed. We have not grown into the people we have yet to become. I married the man I liked. It was his intellect that got me. It also got me years later at the divorce table, just in a whole different way. It goes like this: I liked him. Then I loved him. Then I married him. We were dirt poor. We were (sort of) happy. Then I played "woman behind the man". Then I was dirt poor. Then HE was happy. Then he got remarried. Now they don't like each other. Now no one is happy... (This is the condensed version, of course.) But I still hold fast to the simple fact you stated so aptly... Love is important... "love is patient, love is kind"... yada, yada... well, as anyone in love can attest... not really. LIKE is the big one. If you don't like your partner, start packing. Life gets tough. If you can't wear matching helmets when the bombs start to fall, it's going to be a really short war. End: you lose. Attraction is great and it really helps, at first... but it also grows when you realize that the person you're with is the one you'd choose for all the right reasons. To your friends who've managed to grow together, I tip my hat and raise my cup of coffee (constant companion to me as I write). Perhaps they've found something even more important than Atlantis or the elusive "Fountain of Youth"... If they could write their secrets~ instant bestseller. As for the rest of us... I guess we just keep banging around and hoping for the best. …Hello from the annals of implosion… You hit it right on the button.
I can remember one rainy night, running through traffic across the Belt Parkway in Brooklyn, dodging fast-moving vehicles on both sides… my high school sweetheart and I had a fight and it looked like “Doomsville”. I couldn’t bear the thought, so risking life and limb (at 16), made perfect sense to me. The pain was most definitely, physical as well as emotional. Just why the pain of being run down by a Chevy at 75 mph didn’t seem worse is anyone’s guess… mostly mine, many years later, after 15 years of divorce.
Had I known that later in life, I would no longer love or LIKE him, due to a series of rather heartless intents, I would have turned around and gone to the diner for a celebratory piece of lemon meringue. However, a decade or so and two fabulous kids later, I cannot completely regret… because of the kids. Not bitter here, just the facts.
In high school, our perceptions are barely developed. We have not grown into the people we have yet to become. I married the man I liked. It was his intellect that got me. It also got me years later at the divorce table, just in a whole different way.
It goes like this: I liked him. Then I loved him. Then I married him. We were dirt poor. We were (sort of) happy. Then I played “woman behind the man”. Then I was dirt poor. Then HE was happy. Then he got remarried. Now they don’t like each other. Now no one is happy… (This is the condensed version, of course.)
But I still hold fast to the simple fact you stated so aptly…
Love is important… “love is patient, love is kind”… yada, yada… well, as anyone in love can attest… not really.
LIKE is the big one. If you don’t like your partner, start packing. Life gets tough. If you can’t wear matching helmets when the bombs start to fall, it’s going to be a really short war. End: you lose.
Attraction is great and it really helps, at first… but it also grows when you realize that the person you’re with is the one you’d choose for all the right reasons.
To your friends who’ve managed to grow together, I tip my hat and raise my cup of coffee (constant companion to me as I write). Perhaps they’ve found something even more important than Atlantis or the elusive “Fountain of Youth”… If they could write their secrets~ instant bestseller. As for the rest of us… I guess we just keep banging around and hoping for the best.

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