My luck changed when his then girlfriend dumped him on his birthday, just before Christmas. They'd been going out for years and I remember being warned about him being on the rebound, and to be careful and take things slow. Yeah. Sure. :D We danced at a ceilidh, DH flinging me around like a ragdoll (somethings never change), and then he asked to walk me home. I don't think he'd bargained for walking six of us girls home, or for the fact I lived about as far out of St Andrews as you could get and still be in St Andrews, but he walked me home.
And I made him coffee, that to be quite honest tasted like cat's pee, and he coped with my flatmate's dog Holly--who was the dumbest dog in history (God rest her unruly soul), and despite all the things that should have put him off me, he wasn't put off at all.
Whatever I may say about him, I'm blessed with lots of love.
I remember all that, but I don't remember the first day we met. Isn't that sad?
The First Day
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!