The first time...ever I saw your face

I'm sure you're wondering how I met my husband, the love of my life. Well it's actually quite funny. We met many times prior to our final actual "meeting" unbeknownst to either of us.



Once Upon a Time....

When I was going into grade 8, we moved and I switched schools. Half way through that same year we moved again and I switched BACK to the school I had left at the end of grade 7. (It was all a matter of the fact that we had left the district and I wasn't allowed to go to that school - but when we went to move again in the middle of grade 8 I informed my Mom I didn't want to go to ANOTHER new school and graduate with total strangers. I either wanted to go BACK to my old school or stay put. My friend Natalie's Mom and My Mom hatched a plan that I ended up back at my old school. As far as the board of Education was concerned I lived at 205 Mc Master Court, WELL within the district - at one Nat's house. Only the principal knew I actually lived clear across the city and took a city bus every day to school. He told my Mother as long as I promised to keep my attendance up and not miss TOO much school would he be able keep his mouth shut.

Behind the townhouse that we moved to in the later half of grade 8 (1985), was a large soccer field, beyond that was a variety store that my mother would frequently send me over for milk and what not. I remember I'd walk over, through the field, and in the spring/summer there would be a group of boys playing soccer. I remember a few times returning a runaway ball to this blonde boy...really cute too.

Fast forward a year. I'm in grade 9 in high school. We have this band that came in to perform during the day for the school and then that evening. They said that if any students wanted to volunteer that evening to help load up the equipment at the end of the show to stay and sign up. So I did. My friend Mia was going nuts over one of them, I don't remember which...it wasn't like it was Duran Duran so I didn't care. I was told later that the geeks of the sound and light crew were calling us "groupies" and making fun. THEY made fun of US??? Fuck that shit! I was a roadie dammit! I don't know what the other girls were...but I was a ROADIE!!!!

Anyway, during one number the singer was making his way through the audience making all the young girls swoon, and he starts running towards the stage. He miscalculated the jump up, bashes his knee into the edge of the stage (4 years later you could still see the dent he'd made in the wood and the little bit of blood), ripped the knee of his jeans and cut his knee WIDE open. I mean, it was bad. He manages to finish the song, and hobbles off stage. I left the auditorium, to find him sitting outside in a chair  being tended to (you guessed it) this blonde boy (I'd love to say we recognized each other -- but we didn't). I offered to help, but he says he's in the military reserve as a medic (which you can begin at 16 here in Canada) and thanks but no thanks (politely). Fair enough.

Fast forward 2 more years. Grade 11 drama class. I remember we were all standing in a circle and had to rhyme off everyone's name prior to us. I saw this guy (and to be honest it wasn't until later it was the same guy). Blonde, short Billy Idol spiked hair, faded jeans, and a t-shirt. YUM! I paused on him and pretended I couldn't remember his name so that he'd have to "creatively" introduce himself to me. (I don't even know if he knows that HAHAHA! What a vixen I am!!) But I have to say, in my dastardly plan of getting to meet this guy I wasn't prepared for what he did. He literally leaped from his point to DIRECTLY in front of me in one bound, from a stand still position. And we're talking about 5 1/2 feet away from me. Announced with a huge grin, and loud voice said "HI! I'M ALAN!!!" And gave me a MASSIVE hug.

About 2 weeks later we were dating and I was in love. Big time. We had loads in common, so much so we even have the SAME birthday although he's 2 years older than I. It hasn't always been easy, in fact there have been times where it's down right sucked....for both of us. But he's my other half, the yin to my yang...or yang to my yin? And I wouldn't trade him for the world.

And they lived happily ever after.


One Last Glimpse,



~K