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The meeting (and falling in love)
You’re out with friends, just in the mall, shopping for something
to wear at
the weekend, and then you see him, you don’t know him from Adam, but
have
seen him there every time you shop, looking at you. This time is
different
though, this time he beckons you across.
He tells you his name, and asks yours… then offers to buy you a coke;
you
refuse because you are with friends, but give him your mobile number,
and
tell him he can call, not thinking for one minute that he will, and
then you
return to your friends, and all the questions you know will come.
6pm, just as you are getting into the bath, a text message… from him!
‘Can i
call?’ it reads, you reply, ‘give me 15 minutes, i’m in the bath’ to
which
the cheeky sod texts back ‘need your back washed?’ several minutes
later,
you are in the bath, sending and receiving texts like a girl possessed,
and
still he didn’t actually call, but mum has called up several times to
ask
you to please stop laughing, and what are you laughing at anyway?
To cut a long story short, he asked for a date, and you said yes, and
arranged the time and the day... a week from today.
The day of the date arrives, and you put on your new jeans and a
sweater,
slouch boots, and hair and makeup like a model, and telling mum
roughly
where you are going, you leave for the date.
He is waiting there exactly on time and where his text told he would
be…
dressed to kill and reeking of aftershave (probably his dads) and he
got you
a gift, a rose (how sweet and romantic) and then you walk to the
coffee
shop, before moving on to the cinema.
One soppy movie later, filled with popcorn, ice cream, and drinks, you
take
a slow walk home, and get to know each other better, he holds your
hand
while you walk, and you get a flutter in your belly you never quite
felt
before…could this be love?
One month later and a huge phone bill from all the text, he wants to
take
you home to meet his mum and dad, and arranges for you to go for
Sunday
lunch.
After the panic... ‘They might not like me, what should i wear?’ You
go and
have a wonderful day, his parents are lovely, and you are made to feel
like
one of the family.
Shortly after this he comes to meet your mum and dad, and they think
he is a
lovely lad too. And invite him to visit whenever he wants, and make
himself
at home.
Two years, and a thousand dates later… sitting in the cinema of the
first
date, he puts a little box on your knee, without saying a word, you
open it,
and inside is a pretty little diamond ring… you look at it, and then
his
face… he says nothing, but is eyes have the question, slipping on the
ring
(it fits) you nod yes…and both of you leave the cinema hand in hand.
Once
outside, you give each other the longest kiss, and then two very
important
calls to make.
Both sets of parents delighted, you then move off to have a romantic
dinner
for two.
Young, in love, and happy, you decide on waiting two more years before
the
wedding, to have time to save and get a house etc, everything has gone
perfectly since the day you both met, so the wedding and everything
will be
as perfect.
Wont it?
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