And in the interest of some public humiliation, I’ll share with you the glorious moment I met my husband.
Now, picture me about to meet this guy (15 years ago), that I only knew from “the internet”. This was the time when meeting people “from the internet” sounded as shocking as “meeting people from Mars”. At this stage, we were just friends/ good acquaintances because I was coming over to Amsterdam for an event that was not related to him. So, finally we are about to be face to face for the first time. He walks towards me at the airport. I immediately recognized him. As he is walking towards me, he extends his hand for a handshake. At that moment, I do not know what possessed me but I took a very clumsy step back and landed, legs up like a desperate centipede, on top of a pile of suitcases that belonged to some random travelers. Cue in a crowd of loud laughters from everyone around me and this poor guy whom, at this stage, I hadn’t even properly met, trying to help me regain some degree of dignity.
Still, he married me, which makes me seriously doubt his presence of mind.
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