The Man Of My Dreams

Hello Blogosphere.

Is there anybody out there? Maybe not - just me so far, which is probably a good thing.

The major players in my life need a little bloggy intro - of cours Mum, M and J got a brief mention on day one....but I haven't yet introduced The Man of My Dreams.

Guess how we met??? Go on, bet you can't.......Well it was big news in 2000, but maybe not these days, but P and I met on RSVP. Shock, horror -- we didn't tell people that for a while, but it's old hat these days.

So he was in Sydney, I was in Brisbane. I had had a disastrous long distance/uproot my life relationship in the past, so I was not going there again. P kept after me and I kept saying NO. In fact, I may have been meaner than I meant to, because I was actively recruiting for the role of Man of My Dreams - and I was filling P in on all the details. All my 1st dates, 2nd dates etc -- well then I'd come home, log on, and tell P. And he kept being there. In between all that there was another guy I was dating on and off..... but he "just wasn't that into me". I was relating all this to P on the net and on the phone. Poor bastard. Sorry Honey.

Anyway - it all came to a head one night when I had a 4th date with a man (to whom we still refer as "Mr 4th Date") and spent the evening thinking that P wouldn't like this guy, that P would be a better bet than this guy, that I wished P lived closer.......BINGO! The light went off. He was offering to move here....what was I waiting for.

I had some long service leave coming so I added it onto my 6 week Christmas break and went and stayed with him. It was all rosy, so he moved up here and in with me.

And we lived happily ever after. How corny is that??

If I had met him when I was 20, I wouldn't have given him a second glance. Glad I didn't!

"Happily Ever After" - what does that mean -- well I guess it's what we're living.