A Love Story.


I

don’t like a fuss for my birthdays. Sure, I like to celebrate them somehow and I do like feeling a little bit special, but I don’t like people singing happy birthday and I don’t like a big crowd.

My 21st birthday was a celebration on steroids. I had three parties. Three. One down the coast with over a hundred people, and a few backyard fires. Oh, and there was karaoke. Another at a cute little restaurant {in a private room} in Kings Cross and then an intimate dinner with close family at a beautiful restaurant in Berry, on the South Coast. By the end of June I was over celebrating.

So when my 22nd birthday rolled around, I didn’t plan anything. And then everyone forgot. My family remembered, but there wasn’t that enthusiasm in their voices like the year before. Friends didn’t call and wish me well. Even when I spoke to one friend she didn’t mention my birthday, at all. A few text messages here. No presents to open.
I was down and out. I didn’t feel special. I only felt sad.
The next day I woke and decided I was going to have a birthday do-over. I was going to make my birthday be that day, that sunny Friday. So I gathered my housemates, I called my brother and sister {Lil Sis was still underage at that stage} and I called friends from near and far. We were going out.
We started with dinner at a fun, local restaurant and then we headed to a bar just down the road. There was dancing and drinking, and a little more dancing.
I walked towards the bar to get myself another birthday drink. How you doin’?, a handsome guy stopped me on my way and grabbed my attention.
He was surrounded by a few mates, I looked at him and smiled and noticed that his lips were blue from his drink. Ummm, your lips are blue, I told him matter-of-factly and kept walking towards the bar.
I continued to dance, and drink, when I heard over the loud music my Big Sis calling me over. Come here, she yelled motioning her hands.
I danced my way over to where she was standing. I want you to meet my friend, she explained, he’s so-and-so’s {her ex-boyfriend that she dated for many years} best friend.

I smiled, and then I couldn’t help but laugh. It was Mr Blue-Lips.
Let’s dance, I enthused dragging him onto the dance floor.
We didn’t leave each other’s side all night. We danced, we talked and eventually we kissed.
That night my sister went home and confidently told her flatmates that she knew I’d met the guy I was going to marry.
And she was right.
This is our love story. xx

27 thoughts on “A Love Story.”

  3. ohhh such a nice story to start my day! I have almost forgotten about Mr 5 wetting the bed and being wide awake since 4!

  11. Great story!!!! What establishment was this in ? for some reason I pictured the Coogee Bay Hotel!! haha, think because I have seen men with blue lips there

  26. oh i never get sick of that story… i remember how excited you were the next day. how much fun you had. so much joy and happiness in your voice! why wasnt i there? i think i was pregnant? what year was that??? im so happy tou found each other!

    we saw shane today and will go and cheer him on tomorrow. praying the surf is not too big xxx

  27. Thanks everyone. I love my love story too.

    Hayley: My birthday is the 20th June.

    Melissa: I have no idea what he was drinking, because he actually usually drinks beer.

    Susannah: I haven't called him Blue Lips since! Never thought to! x

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