One particular question, Mr M picked up and it asked - "How did you meet your wife?". It was decided that all the couples would share their stories after Mr M. I was sitting across the lounge from Mr M and gave him the "please tell a nice version - or at least make something up if you can't remember" look and waited along with all the others as to what he said..... WELL, I have never heard a sader version of any story ever, and after listening to the other three couples tell their stories not only with excitement (like it was still the best love story ever), but happily retold with smiles, held hands, and lots of love - I came home and said to Mr M - "buddy you need to learn how to tell our story better than that!"
So here it goes - the PG version ;-) and as if I am writing to our boys....
Your father was new at the High School that I had been enrolled in since the 3rd form, so that alone drew the attention of all the girls to him. Without trying, he also caught many an eye because he was the best looking dude at school, he wasn't in uniform, and looked older - like an adult student. If you add all of those up and this was before he ran like the wind and broke some long standing athletic records - he as that faaaaaassssst and was in the First XV, Waikato rep team, A2s basketball team and so on.... so you get my drift, if I added those all up, he was the catch of 1988! (I say this with a smile because I know a handful of friends who ended up marrying their catches of 88 - so this story is not unique ;-))
As for me, I have to say I remember your father on the first day of school - only because I thought he was an adult coming back to school and wondering what was wrong with him AND I remember him running on athletics day because he ran soooo fast - but then I didn't even think about him again. Until one day I thought I'd take another look at what all the fuss was, did the maths and decided to find out out for myself... Should be easy right? Well, not really - your father was so focussed on whatever he was - that girls weren't even on his radar....
At the second dance of the year, I introduced myself to your father, and asked him for a dance.. and although we did spend the majority of the dance talking, we did dance with others - I think?? Anyway, I thought it was a good a time as any to find out why the guy was so determined or at least what his focus was and asked him what he planned to do after he finished school?.
Your father told me that he wanted to go on a mission (myself: check), live in America (myself: okay I could move, check), and marry an American (myself: check - I have an American passport) because they were more spiritual (by now - not to myself - "What??!") To this I said " Are you out of your mind? - there is NOTHING wrong with kiwi girls and in fact we were probably better than your American girls!! (of which I had no evidence or an opinion either way until that very moment) - look around you!!". And that's all I remember from that dance.... that and the fact that regardless of his warpt sense of America, I had fallen into the 'smitten with Mr M club'.
The following week, we went on our 7th form Geography/Science camp to Raglan. Because I was a returning 7th former I was asked to be a leader of one of the activities - which I did AND still don't understand what I was meant to be doing - sorry Matua Ken ;-), and moving people along, making sure that people stayed on task etc.... One night I was serving the dessert and your father comes a long and asked for extra scoop of icecream - and I gave him one, and then I gave him the container... I mean he was soooo good looking what else was I meant to do...?. I thought that, with this ice-cream gesture and our conversation at the dance the previous weekend, I would be memorable, right? I thought so too, until one night he asked me what my name was? Really? What's my name?? I was gutted - this unbelievable guy didn't even know my name!!
So, I picked myself up - make that scraped myself off the floor and made it through camp.... we almost went for a walk together but I chickened out when I reminded myself "Chick! - he didn't even know your name!!"... so I lay low and not sure how, but we slowly talked and gradually got to know one another. He never mentioned marrying an American again - which probably saved his life and showed he was a quick learner - and I never asked him to dance again :-).
After this had been going on for a few months, your father called me up one night and asked me to meet him at a break up party (before Easter break) at College. I went and it wasn't much of a break up - who was I kidding these students (boarders) had no money so there was no food or anything much! I don't even think it was a break up?! What I did notice was that for some reason your father was nervous and more quiet than normal - which is pretty quiet..... and then, just before I had to go home, your father asked me out.....and the rest is history. I was 18 and your father was almost 18 ;-)
In his own time, and own way - your father, all those years ago, was the only person I was ever going to marry. I knew soon after I met your father he was "the one".... and have never regretted a day since.....well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it ;-)
All I we need to do is to get your father to embellish his version which he always starts off with - "it started over a scoop of ice-cream"....
Yours in friendship
Mxo