*well Exmi, you asked for it….here is how hubby and I really met*
Dear Unborn Child (unconceived really…)
So you want to know how Daddy and I met? Well, it went like this:
My friend at the time, M, was studying marketing at UJ (still known as RAU back then) and through campus life, she managed to meet this band.
I don’t know the exact history of how she met them and what her relationship with them was, but I do know that she ended up managing the band.
I had just come out of a very long relationship, and was trying to get myself back into the social realm, spending time with the odd guy here and there, and partying as much as I possibly could. This inevitably led to me joining M on a trip to Heidelberg to see this little project of hers in action.
The place was called Coyotes (yes, I did have flashes of Coyote Ugly running through my mind) and the band was called Swallow 15. (the Coyote Ugly flashes got worse) They were a four piece band consisting of a chick on bass, two hot brothers on lead guitar and vocals, and a shy dude on drums with the biggest hair I’ve ever seen.
I kid you not!! Daddy had a mane of curly hair hanging halfway down his back, and standing in all directions. (Kinda like Angel’s hair :-)) There was something about him though…..I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but by the end of the night we were chatting like we’d known each other for years, had exchanged numbers and he was keeping me warm.
A week later I was back (wearing the skimpiest mini I could find)…..for some reason this shy, placid dude had completely bowled me over. At the end of their first set, I sat on his lap (I know…Mommy was a skank back then!!) and then asked him if he wanted to get some fresh air…..we barely made it out the door before I pinned him against a wall and snogged the breath out of him. (The rest of the band even asked if they could get their drummer back…..over the microphone!!)
We decided to do the whole dating thing at the end of that evening…..and two weeks later I broke up with him. I’d decided that I was going to walk all over him, and I wanted to spare him that. So much for that idea…….I didn’t last a week without him.
I broke up with him a second time two months later (but that’s a whole different story which Mommy will tell you when you’re a little older) but that break up also didn’t last much more than two weeks. In the end, something made me realise that this was the man I was meant to be with for the rest of my life….the best decision I’ve ever made, and the reason I’m your mommy today 🙂
AW (your future mother)