The Night We Met

Daily Prompt: Percussive

I could feel the percussive rhythm of my heart beating almost out of my chest. I had never done anything like this before. But there was something about this guy. I could not let this moment pass or I might regret it for the rest of my life.

He was easily the best looking man in the room. Lean, fit, sandy blonde shoulder length hair, gorgeous blue eyes and a stunning smile. He was definitely my type. Serendipitously we had been in the same place at the same time and caught each other’s eye several times throughout the night. Here we were again and if we were going to meet it looked like it was going to have to be me to make the first move.

Bu-bump , bu – bump, bu – bump … God — do I have the courage?

Serendipity

Vikk D (second initial required as I have several good Vicki friends) and I had not planned to go out in our home town that night, circumstances had fortuitously landed  us there, and so we found ourselves at all the regular Friday night haunts with the regular crew. It was toward the end of the night when the girls encouraged me to go meet this gorgeous guy we kept running into.

I thought if I approached him now he would literally see my heart beating out of my chest. I couldn’t do it.  Then something came over me, a sense of calm and I thought no, bugger it, if I don’t go now – I’ll never know. Deep breath, steady gaze…off I went. Don’t trip, please don’t trip — I’ve been known to trip over thin air. It would be like me to trip and fall flat on my face at his feet.

Making the First Move

I walked toward him, confidently, (on the outside) my heart still racing on the in. He was watching me move toward him with a huge smile on his face.  Surrounded by a group of work mates, he was oblivious to their nods and elbowing in my general direction – he only had eyes for me.

I stopped square in front of him. Probably a little too close, I was definitely inside his personal space, he didn’t seem to mind. We needed to hear each other. I moved even closer and spoke into his left ear, our bodies now touching and asked how I knew him. ( he always maintained I asked why I didn’t know him – this would become a long standing joke between us, throughout our relationship, that we disagreed on right to the end.) The electricity between us was high voltage – those who know us will see what I did there…lol 🙂 !!

Love 

We danced and talked for the rest of the night…it was one of the best nights of my life, the rest would all have Bren in them. The electricity between us never changed. He never stopped making my heart beat out of my chest. Sometimes it was because he was my personal trainer, but mostly because he was the love of my life!

Ours was a love story of epic proportions. It played out simply, imperfectly and beautifully in a small beachside town that we loved and were proud to call home. Surrounded by a tight knit community of family and friends who have always supported us.

We raised two gorgeous kids together until they were thirteen and will continue to as the solid team we always were. Although we are now on separate sides of the thin veil that keeps us apart. I will continue to parent our children in the same way we always did. I know I will make him proud.

An interesting, funny, sad, love story would continue to unfolded after the night we met…one I will tell over time, for my childrens sake and mine — so we continue to remember how amazing the whole story was.

 

Side Note 🙂

The first post I ever wrote for calliemm, on the 12th of Sept 2012  on the original blogger format, was a brief  reminisce about how Bren and I first met. You can read it here

Todays post was a little update,  prompted by the Daily Prompt writing challenge I participate in. This memory is one I am very protective of and so I will also take this opportunity to address a story about the night we met that was told in earshot of several guests at Bren’s funeral — that just wasn’t true.

The two things I want to be very clear about are: firstly neither Bren nor I were drunk that night, actually as far as I can remember I don’t think I ever saw Bren drunk in the 22 years we spent together.  And not that it is anyone’s business, but we absolutely did not hook up the night we met either.

The fact that a story like this was told on that day, a day we were honouring Bren and saying our final goodbye, was disappointing to say the least. I am grateful our children didn’t hear it. (I certainly won’t repeat it here, as the way it was retold to me by a concerned friend, who had heard the whole thing — I think it might have been fairly rude) I’m guessing it was a story that was confused with someone else’s, and skewed by time and emotion by the storyteller. I am not upset with them. But I couldn’t really let it go without correction.

So there’s another thing ticked off a list of things to be done as I move my little family along a very twisty, turny road through grief; one that seems never ending, and is fraught with detours, expected and unexpected challenges, learnt lessons, lessons to learn and glimmers of hope, healing and joy.

Thanks for listening,

Cal xx

 

2firstflat
Our first flat … oh my beating heart 🙂

 

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