I had dated Joe (on and off) for six years. No matter how much we tried and regardless of the pain we had caused each other along the way, we couldn't let go of the immense happiness we brought to one another. There was an unsaid understanding between us - a bond that neither of us had experienced before, one full of passion, love, laughter and happiness. But, we both knew that it would never work out and so, we had to let go and move on.
I thought that moving to a different country would help. Moreover, I was moving to start a new career and to prove to myself that I was more than capable of standing on my own two feet and be successful. And, I was incredibly excited to pursue my passion and childhood dream of being a teacher.
It was December of 2006 and my parents had been setting me up non-stop with boys from Britain. A new country meant a new pool of boys to choose from! I was looking forward to the change of scenery and who knew, maybe I would've met 'the one'!
An auntie had emailed me to see how I was settling into British life, and referenced how she and my mom had met. She was keen for me to meet her son and I agreed to meet him, in London, just before the Christmas holidays. What I didn't know is that this auntie and my mom had also been exchanging emails. My mom had told this auntie that my dad would be in London, on business, and so we could all meet together. Was my dad really going to be in town on business? Nope! Was he flying in just for this meet and greet? Yes. Apparently, the parents of this boy were really keen on us meeting, as they didn't like who he was dating at the time (something that my mom was aware of, but not me).
While I thought the setup of the entire event was a bit ridiculous (with my dad faking a business trip and all), I wasn't entire opposed to meeting the guy. After all, I had to keep an open mind if I had any hope of finding someone.
So, after eight consecutive weeks of rain in Scotland, I ventured to London and soaked in as much sun as possible with the rare appearance of the sun. My dad and I had quickly chatted about the setup, agreeing that it would be awkward but that we'd make the best of the situation. Getting stuck in traffic on the way into town, we parked the car and took the tube to Knightsbridge. We found the fancy apres-work club that we were meeting, found his parents and had a drink. They had good news to share but wanted to wait until their son arrived to share. Eight long minutes went by and their son arrived. And, when he did, he was beaming with excitement, as well. The good news? Well, apparently, the night before, the son asked his girlfriend to marry him and she said yes!
The assumption would be that the night ended there. Instead, we went off to dinner and as we were about to order, the boy left to be with his new fiancee. So, my dad and I sat there having dinner with his parents, as they raved about how much gold they had.
Does everything happen for a reason....?
An auntie had emailed me to see how I was settling into British life, and referenced how she and my mom had met. She was keen for me to meet her son and I agreed to meet him, in London, just before the Christmas holidays. What I didn't know is that this auntie and my mom had also been exchanging emails. My mom had told this auntie that my dad would be in London, on business, and so we could all meet together. Was my dad really going to be in town on business? Nope! Was he flying in just for this meet and greet? Yes. Apparently, the parents of this boy were really keen on us meeting, as they didn't like who he was dating at the time (something that my mom was aware of, but not me).
While I thought the setup of the entire event was a bit ridiculous (with my dad faking a business trip and all), I wasn't entire opposed to meeting the guy. After all, I had to keep an open mind if I had any hope of finding someone.
So, after eight consecutive weeks of rain in Scotland, I ventured to London and soaked in as much sun as possible with the rare appearance of the sun. My dad and I had quickly chatted about the setup, agreeing that it would be awkward but that we'd make the best of the situation. Getting stuck in traffic on the way into town, we parked the car and took the tube to Knightsbridge. We found the fancy apres-work club that we were meeting, found his parents and had a drink. They had good news to share but wanted to wait until their son arrived to share. Eight long minutes went by and their son arrived. And, when he did, he was beaming with excitement, as well. The good news? Well, apparently, the night before, the son asked his girlfriend to marry him and she said yes!
The assumption would be that the night ended there. Instead, we went off to dinner and as we were about to order, the boy left to be with his new fiancee. So, my dad and I sat there having dinner with his parents, as they raved about how much gold they had.
Does everything happen for a reason....?
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