[Note from Frolic: We are so excited to welcome author Amanda Ashby to the site today. She’ll be telling us all about her real life meet-cute!]
After I graduated from University I had some decisions to make. Stay at home and get a job, or move over to England for a couple of years. Turns out it wasn’t such a big decision after all. I packed my bags, and after travelling around for a couple of months, I ended up living and working in a pub in the East End of London. My roommate at the time had started dating a guy from Liverpool. Every time she went out with him, she’d come back and talk about his best friend who was an amazing musician. She was convinced we’d be perfect together but could never arrange a time for us to meet.
It finally happened a couple of months later when we all went out for a big night. His name was Barry and there was a definite spark, but there was also a lot of alcohol and we went our separate ways at the end of night without making any firm plans to see each other again. However, the next morning I was feeling pretty excited (apart from the hangover), until I discovered that while Barry hadn’t made any firm plans with me, he had asked out another one of our friends on a date.
At that point I was convinced I needed to hand in my boy radar. It was a let down since I was sure there’d been a connection. Thankfully a rather remorseful Barry rang a couple of days later to apologize for being drunk, and for asking out the wrong girl! We went on a date later that week and apart from the fact I literally fell out of his work truck, we had an amazing night. A few weeks later I went over to France with him for three months, and twenty-nine years later, we’re still going strong!