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When I met my fella

You know, digital photography is such a fantastic thing. Even more so when you go looking for old photos and they're not on your hard disk, they're in a drawer. Getting dusty and bent.

Ad rib
(1998)

I met Adam, my dude, in 1997. A long way before digital photography.

I'm sure I have photos of him from then but I'm lucky to find the pre-school bags easily, you know, so what are my chances?

Another day.

I LOVE how-did-you-meet-each-other stories. I've heard some crackers lately!

Ours isn't so unusual really. 

He was at college with my brother, we had a mutual friend, James a.k.a Jim Jam (currently somewhere in the Black Forest) and whenever Jim Jam wasn't hanging out with me, he was playing with this friend, Adam.  

I liked the sound of him. He was outdoorsy, sporty, fit, super intelligent and into retailing. I had nothing in common with him whatsoever. He also seemed to have a string of girls. Mostly fitting above description.

One day, when I was very very hungover, James suggested we go visit Adam at work. Adam was managing an Australian Geographic store in Darling Harbour, and we wandered in and there he was. Wearing an apron, secretly reading the newspaper, looking lovely. (Unlike me.)

The next time I saw him was at his birthday party, I went as Jim Jam's date, and there he was sitting next to his long time ex girlfriend now best buddy, (outdoorsy, sporty, fit…) and he was looking lovely.

By now I was pretty smitten. 

So I asked him out. On a date. To see my brother Tim play a gig in the city. 

There were a few old college friends and others there. It was a cool venue and a fun gig. Adam came along, he was friendly, and at the end of the gig I suggested we go for a drink, and he said no, he was tired, he was going home. And he did. Me too. In a taxi, in tears. 

And that was that. 

For about two months.

Then one day, Justin, another mutual friend (Sydney is a small town) suggested to me that Adam was dead keen on me. I recalled unsuccessful date. Apparently Adam wasn't aware it was a date, what with all those other people. And had done a store fit out the 24hrs before the gig and had not slept at all.

I was dubious. There had been no follow up. I told Justin I'd moved on. 

I got a phonecall the next day: Adam inviting me to a housewarming party at his & Justin's flat in Manly on the weekend. I said OK. I got a call the next day suggesting that because the party was a full five days away, did I want to have dinner this week? I said I'd cook him dinner, and to come over tonight if he liked.

He did. He was gorgeous. Fiercely intelligent with an incredible breadth of interests and energy and charm in spades. Can't remember what I cooked.

But after a delicious kiss goodnight I was looking forward to the weekend.

To be continued…!

(PS this story has a happy ending)

Smiley girl
Photo by Jim Walmsley

xxx

8 Comments on “When I met my fella

Suzie B
October 3, 2009 at 10:38 am

Ahhh *happy sigh* I love a good romance and I certainly hope the next installment of the story includes flames (wink, wink)

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Catriona Pne
October 3, 2009 at 5:40 pm

I remember talking to Adam after he had just met you!!! I’ll tell you what I remember he said next weekend – it’s close – yayyyyyyyyy

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bennoss
October 3, 2009 at 6:13 pm

cool story, and good to hear that ‘smitten’-ness still in your voice.

inga and i met by chance one night (august 20 1999).
i went clubbing with friends in the cross and was rejected from the club for not having ID. i couldnt go home ’cause i didnt have my house keys on me (a story for another time) so a friend suggested i go to her house to crash. she called her room-mate to see if she could let me in.
about 20 minutes later i arrived at her door, knocked and was greeted by inga. lust at first sight.
she was home finishing a uni assignment (video editing). i helped. we talked till the sun came up.
we have spent almost every day since together.

funny to think that if i had my ID on me things would of been different. If i just had my house keys on me, things would of been different. if almost anything else happened that night my life today would most certainly be different.
but it didnt, and never does. everything that happens, happens, and nothing else ever does.

B.

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Y
October 4, 2009 at 11:45 pm

Awesome story.. the perfect post! Makes me feel all warm and happy 🙂

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Alex Nolan
October 5, 2009 at 1:22 am

Ooh, lovely. I love a good story – especially a true one! Being family, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard the story of how you met – despite the ‘freind of a friend’ bit. Looking forward to the next installment!
By the way – the story of how Rick and i met, I am not sure is pulishable, but does have an essence of lust-at-first-sight, and includes LOTS of alcohol!! Another time maybe…
Incidentally, how much spare room do you have, if we were to plan a trip to Aus?
xxx

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Alex Nolan
October 5, 2009 at 1:24 am

PS. Sorry about the utterly abysmal spelling on that last post – slightly distracted by small children causing chaos!

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Jamie
October 5, 2009 at 8:11 pm

I just love how-you-met stories. My man and I too thought the other wasn’t smitten and it took a while and an event for us to find out that both of us were indeed smitten (and more). On to read Part 2…

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Fiona
October 6, 2009 at 10:48 pm

Thanks you lot for the lovely comments, and thanks Bennoss for your how-we-met story: that’s crazy! and coolest! xxx

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