Tomorrow is two years since my first date with my now husband.
We met in the traditional Canberra way: at work, in a meeting. So romantic.
I was actually late to that particular meeting (by like a minute!) and all the seats in the office were taken so I sat on a desk behind the meeting table. My husband likes to say that I came bursting in, scarf trailing behind me and perched myself on the table – he has a way with words. So I sat in this meeting and he apparently (according to him anyway) subtly turned his chair to face me. I thought he was pretty cute and I’d seen him around work before but didn’t really know much about him.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and some chance encounters later, where I had managed to impress him with my quick wit and love of sports (this is my version, I can be flattering about my wit if I want – I know he doesn’t read this so he has no real right of reply), we went for some coffees at work under the guise of discussing my career options (genuinely enough at first, we kind of got sidetracked though). I must point out here that he most definitely wasn’t my boss – we worked in different sections and in different buildings and didn’t actually work together in any meaningful way.
We had a lot in common and enjoyed each others company so we decided to ‘grab a drink’ after work one Thursday evening before I went to Sydney for a friends wedding the next day.
It was intended to be just a drink, as friends, but when I met him at the bar (Tilley’s in Lyneham) that evening we both kind of realised it was a date. We were pretty smitten with each other at this point, so much so that a stranger came up to us and said “Sorry for interrupting, but I have to say that you two are just so in love.” We ended up staying there talking until we were the last people in the place and they were closing.
And that was it, we were pretty much inseparable after that! Within two weeks we had both met each others families (and I went with him to a family wedding!), a few months later we had bought an engagement ring and a house. A couple more months and we were officially engaged.
By the time it came to the one year anniversary of our first date we didn’t actually do anything because we were getting married 7 weeks later.
So even though this anniversary is a bit of a non-event for us, being overshadowed by our marriage, it’s kind of nice to remember that first date and reminisce on how crazy we were (and still are) for each other.