Years ago, Rick and Debbie went to high school together in Oak Park, Mich., but they were not friends. Debbie remembers Rick, but Rick does not remember Debbie.
“He was a burnout,” she says.
“Let’s just say I had some bad habits back then,” says Rick. “I liked to party. Listened to a lot of Zeppelin. And Debbie was a goody-goody.”
“I prefer ‘studious type,’” says Debbie. “No, our paths never crossed back then. But here we are 14 years later.”
Rick and Debbie were recently staying at the Pfister Hotel while visiting Debbie’s son, Michael.
“I usually pick the really new, modern hotels. This is my first time in an old, historic hotel and I love it. I thought I was going to smell moth balls in my room – but I don’t – or feel like Scarlet O’Hara in ‘Gone With the Wind,’ but I don’t,” says Debbie. “I never liked chain restaurants to eat in so why would I want to stay in a chain hotel? It’s the same logic, I’m realizing.”
I nod, happy she sees the beauty and the allure of the opulent Pfister. But I gotta know more about their story. Like how did they find each other so many years after high school?
“My sister fixed us up. She was shopping at the grocery store, and she saw Rick at the deli counter and she told him she thought he’d be good for me and so he gave her his card to give to me,” says Debbie.
“Guess I got good meat,” says Rick. Then looks at me, “You buying drinks?”
I nod, buy him a cocktail and ask the big question.
“Do you believe opposites really attract?”
They look at each other and chuckle. Debbie is a pharmacist and Rick is a car salesman and they have none of the same interests but they say they are happy.
“On the surface, we have nothing in common,” says Debbie. “But when you come from the same place and have the same core values, that’s what really matters.”