I've been meaning to write this story, for fear that time will take away the details.
A story of how I met my beloved...
Five years ago today, I walked into the Corner Hotel. Across the room was a tall, handsome man. He wore a motorcycle jacket, a Burny Guitar tshirt, black denim jeans and cowboy boots.We locked eyes as I made my way to the bar.
I was with my best friend, a girls night out to see Magic Dirt in the band room. Em and I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. We chatted with the bartender. The tall, handsome fellow and I continued to exchange glances. His eyes were intense, beautiful smiling eyes.
He made his way to the bar, my heart raced. He poured himself a water and went back to his friends. My heart dropped. He wasn't interested.
I went back to the conversation and a while after, we headed into the band room.
I didn't bother telling Em about the tall, handsome fellow that made my heart race. It was a girls night out, so I wasn't going to pursue anyone... no matter how handsome.
We were having a grand ol' time mucking about. The music was loud, Adelita was being just awesome. Toward the end of the set I saw him again. He was a few feet behind me, standing alone and drinking a beer.
Ever the idiot, something I did caused Em to give me a bit of a shove. Well that shove landed me almost atop of the tall handsome fellow. I didn't move, I couldn't. I was so close, I may have been standing upon his toes. He still didn't talk to me. I wasn't sure what to make of him. After a while, he gave me a nudge and gestured as if to say, "do you want a beer". I nodded. Halfway through the beer I asked him his name. I also asked him if he was a cowboy, did he really ride a motorcycle and did he really play guitar.
Two beers and minimal conversation later, I kissed him. I thought, if I don't show him that I'm interested then he may disappear into the night. He was most certainly the shy type.
After the gig we got talking and didn't stop until the early morn. I had insisted that we weren't to be separated, which had ended us back at his apartment. The next morning he made me tea and porridge and then left to fetch a car from the workshop to give me a lift home. Ever the gentleman. He returned with a black '81 porsche. I remember the car ride so clearly.
He dropped me off and we almost forgot to exchange numbers. It was as though everything was already so familiar, we had forgotten that we had only just met.
From then on we were inseparable. I cooked him dinner on the monday. He brought me gerberas. I told him never to buy gerberas again. It's best to be honest about these things.
A week later I met his extended family. I told his cousin I was going to marry him. Within two weeks we had decided it would be so and that we'd be together forever.
A month and a half later, he proposed... and I said YES!
And that is how this girl met her guy and is living happily ever after.
Love at first sight does exist. I know it to be true.
What's your love story?
3 comments:
I believe in love at first sight too and yours is a truly wonderful story. I met my man in a bar many moons ago, and told my friend that I would end up being with him forever, and that he would be the father of my children. Now 2 kids later and together for 20 years we are still happy together. Isnt it great when things like that happen, you just have that magical feeling deep down that they are the one.
what a beautiful and wonderful story. thank you for sharing it xo
Awww, you guys are too sweet! You gave me goosebumps!
Have I told you this already? I met Dave through my twin sister, Fiona. Eventually he got up the nerve to ask her for my number and invite me out. He worked in a camera shop, was a photographer, had long hair and beautiful blue eyes. From that first night we were inseparable. We went and spent a week in Byron, sleeping in the back of his van and watching the sun rise over the beach each morning. He was kind and sweet and his strengths balanced my weaknesses. After that week away I knew he was the one. We moved in together to an old cottage a few months later and were married about a year after that. On the beach in Byron of course. Five years later we had Cohen, whose middle name is Byron, and now we have Emerson, whose middle name is Noni - my sister Fiona's nickname. :)
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