So three years ago today I met the husband. We met online after I experienced a short but enlightening period of internet dating. The puppeteer, the foot fetishists and the leader of men are fodder for my future sitcom.
The husband was different. He used his real name, he was unfailingly polite and honest about his situation of being separated with three kids.
We met on Slater Street on a Sunday morning after hastily rearranging plans due to Mello Mello being closed. Four hours later I was sure I’d met my husband. He played it cool for 10 days then he asked me to marry him. I still tease him about his playing hard to get.
Three years on after he exploded my expectations and my life, he still gives me the fizzy.
Happy anniversary sweetie.