It was January 29th, 2005. My best friend Charlotte was holding a house warming party, so me being me, had to turn up early in my attempt to take over the organising. What a lovely house she had found, a little terraced cutie that was fast becoming occupied by dozens of half cut friends, postmen and acquaintances. As a newly single lady, Charlotte had (unknowing to me) told a fellow postie that I would be there, so glad she didn't tell me this fact until afterwards! Turned out, I never did talk to that bloke!
The party was swinging. Drinks flowing, snacks squelching into the carpet and conversations shouting across the room. I somehow had been cornered by a 'lofty' bloke and was being bombarded by historical facts; when like a whirlwind, the door opened and two guys flew in, straight through the living room and into the kitchen, I didn't even get to see their faces!
I continued to talk to the room when I saw this young looking blond bloke laid out in the middle of the room, tummy showing as he laid back, looking nervously relaxed and wearing the worst pair of brown shoes ever created, not talking to a soul. Me being me, had to drag him in to the conversation. Turned out he was a fellow workmate of Charlotte's and not talkative at all! But, as luck would have it, we found a common ground, he loved the same music as me (being into rock indie, not many people do) and within half an hour he somehow ended up sat right next to me and we forgot everyone else in the room (including the lofty history bloke).
The night went on and conversation was unending. When some one (no idea who) announced we were going into town, and safe to say we weren't happy. However it wasn't my party, so off we went. My poor new postie friend, he didn't like being out at all! The entire night out was filled with comments of "I'm going home".
Safe to say, he stayed and lasted to the end of the night, most of it spent standing in a corner alone talking. We walked back up to Charlotte's house and I gave a running astronomy lesson all the way (I was rather hammered by this time).
The time came when everyone was going home. I was forced to get a taxi when I wanted to walk! But, drunk as I was, called my brother who was walking home with my new postie friend, and asked him to see if the postie liked me! As I said, I was absolutely hammered!
Two days later, we met for lunch. One month later, he moved in. Four months after, he proposed. Three months later, we were married! Today we are still as happy as ever, and have just as much fun as day one. My Chris is a great Dad, a loving husband and the best friend I have ever had.
I love you always Christopher!
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