There are more diamonds in the family! My little sister is getting married. Oh, how very exciting!
I expect Ash will look very cute in the suit that he will no doubt smear with all varieties of wedding food.
Indeed, this was one of the first things I thought of when C told me her happy news.
And of course, I also thought of how beautiful the bride will be & how love really is a wonderful thing.
The rest, as they say, is history.
I went out with Paul the following Friday night, & we had a great time.
I liked him very much & I suppose he liked me too as we continued to see each other.
We had some rough moments in the beginning, including me calling a meeting & telling him that he needed to spend more money on me (I’m not proud of this at all- in fact what on earth was I thinking???? Obviously I had yet to learn the art of subtle feminine wiles for persuasion).
Anyway, I am so glad that I did accept that job. Everyday I am grateful that I met the man who is now my husband.
So, at the end of the week of temping, I had had a thoroughly enjoyable time! I’d perved on some good looking guys & even scored a date for the Friday night. Needless to say, when Paul asked me if I wanted to go to the pub with them after work on Friday, I wished I could cancel the afore-mentioned date, & go out with him instead. But in any case, after a pretty disastrous date with the other guy from the office (he was lovely- there was just no chemistry!), I returned to the office only to find that someone had parked my car in. Hmmmnnn. Was this done on purpose do you think? Anyway, I made my way to the pub where I knew Paul would be. Now, he was rather drunk at this point of the night & was dancing away with another drunken lass. As soon as he saw me, he pushed her away, pulled me towards him & started dancing with me! He asked how my date was, & when I said that it didn’t go so great, he replied “Well, you can come out with me next Friday night”.
What a smooth operator, hey.
Yup, I liked him so much right from the beginning that I was easily able to forgive such a corny pick up line!
to be continued…
As soon as I walked down the steps into the architectural office, I knew I had made the right choice to accept the temping job. Hello boys!!!!! Lots of them! Some of them very cute!!!! Yeeha.
To be honest, I didn’t actually notice Paul until the Wednesday. He had a headache on Wednesday morning and called in to say he was coming in late. When he arrived into the office at lunch time, I asked him how his headache was. You see, I am a nice, friendly person who shows concern for other people. However, Paul took it that I was a man-eating, flirty, aggressive chick who wanted to jump his pants & he was hooked! That afternoon he had a meeting and asked me to make some coffee for it. I was so nervous as I didn’t drink coffee back then & had no idea how to make a good pot. I later found out that Paul didn’t even drink the coffee, in actual fact, he has never ever drunk coffee, so I have no idea if that coffee was even drinkable!
Paul and I have been talking about the coffee incident and I really didn’t trust that coffee was necessary for that meeting. Paul was trying to convince me that all meetings require coffee, & that it was normal for the admin person to make the coffee, even if no one drank it. Well, after interrogation, Paul finally admitted that that was the first time he had asked for coffee for a meeting. The reason he decided to ask for coffee on that Wednesday……..was because he (in his words) “wanted to show me that he was important”!!!!!!!
Well, it worked. I could tell straight away that here was a really lovely, honest, genuine guy. Sure, he had the world’s daggiest hair cut, & fashion was not his strong point, but these things could be influenced!
to be continued…..
Our lives are full of defining moments. Like the time we first meet the person who will be our future life partner. That is what I am writing about today. Because I am so lucky to have a wonderful supportive (not to mention cute) husband, & I like to reminisce about the “good old days” when all those lovely happy love hormones were having a party in our bodies…..ahhhhh. It’s important to dwell (briefly) on good memories- it helps us get through the exhaustion, the ho-hum, the pressure, the “I think I may end up in a loony bin” moments.
I had decided that I needed to meet someone outside of my circle of friends. I wanted to meet someone new who was not connected to me or my past in any way. I was intent on finding this person and to prove my willingness to accept new love into my life, I went about fengshui-ing our house. This involved creating a “love” corner in my bedroom (I put a Marc Chagall print on the wall & would light 2 red candles every night), and planting a few auspicious plants in the front garden (which I managed to kill in about 2 weeks BUT it was the intention that counted!). I also started an affirmation diary in which I wrote something along the lines of “I am open to receive love” 100 times a night.
Yes, before I met Paul, I was actually already loony. You can picture me in my bedroom at night, scribbling like a maniac by candlelight, rocking to and fro, convincing myself that I could find someone who would love my craziness.
Fortunately, my months of solitude paid off. I was offered a temping job at an architectural firm for the last week of my uni holidays. I had never done any reception work ever before, so I was very nervous but I thought- hey there just might be some cute boys in this archictecture business. So I decided to take the assignment.
to be continued…
