Monday, July 07, 2008

27 Today

Not me.

It is 27 years since John and I started our lives together.

I was homeless at the time and sleeping on the floor of a friend's house. I had planned to go out that day, a Tuesday, with her when she got home from work. I rarely went out on my own. She had a migraine and I decided I would go out on my own.

I found myself in a bar. My shyness was crippling in those days and I found this sort of thing very difficult.I decided to leave. As I stood to leave, my eyes on the exit, John entered. We saw each other immediately. I stayed where I was, he came over to me, I went home with him and 27 years later still haven't left.

I think it's called fate or some such thing.
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