Two years ago today was the day I met my girl. I’d been invited to an olympic themed house party where you had to come dressed in flag colours.
At the time I’d been in a bad place, I hadn’t been doing well and depression had put me at the lowest point in my life. I almost didn’t bother going but for some reason I’d managed to convince myself that it would be good for me.
I mean it had to be better than lying in bed and crying in to a bottle of wine?
I remember arriving at 3.30pm on a sunny Saturday, wearing a red t-shirt, white shorts and smurf blue tights. I felt like an idiot. As soon as I walked in I was met with a group of unknown faces and I immediately wanted to leave. Everyone was a lot older, it felt like I’d accidentally walked in to a middle-aged mad hatters tea party.
I took a deep breath, sat on a dodgy looking garden chair with a plastic cup filled with wine and tried ever so hard to make small talk. As I sat chatting to an older lady in a large Union Jack hat, I watched a girl about my age painting the face of the guy who invited me.
She was tall, slim with shoulder length red/brown hair and even though she was wearing Union Jack pants over her jeans I thought she looked cute. I watched her laughing and joking and I wondered if she was gay.
After a while she came over to say hi and more small talk ensued, only this time I was interested. I don’t remember much about our first conversation (mainly because of all the alcohol) but I do remember we moved on to the subject of my tights and that she thought I’d look good as a smurf! I could tell by her eyes and the grin on her face that she was flirting and I liked it.
Moving from the garden to the living room we continued to chat, getting a little closer as our conversation went on. It turns out she was trying to work out if I was gay or not, until I brought up the film Magic Mike and the thought of watching it making me cringe, then she knew.
As the afternoon turned in to the evening and the evening turned in to the night, it’s fair to say things get a little hazy from here.
I do remember the morning after, her driving me home as I sat wearing her vest top and shorts while holding my soaking wet clothes longing for my bed (a story for another day prehaps) and getting a text later that day saying she would like to take me out sometime!
I never dreamt of meeting anyone at the house party but it’s funny how life works out.
The lesson is, go do things you don’t want to do because you never know who you’ll meet! It sure worked out that way for me :).