I recently ran a poll on Twitter asking which subject you would like to see more of on my blog and surprisingly Lifestyle was the top result. I share some things on here but not a lot so I decided to share how Brent and I met. It’s so funny how things turn out, I’m very lucky to have met him and we still love talking about how we met even after 3.5 years so, it’s about time I share the story.
Brent is one of my cousin’s best friends, I knew of him but never knew his name, I’d seen him in the past but we never acknowledged each other. One night before the Christmas of 2012, my mum asked if I wanted to go and watch my cousin play in his band and I said yes for the hell of it. I’d been single for nearly a year and a half with naff dates here and there and what better way to spend an evening than listening to music and pretending to your mum that you’re not drunk. Brent played guitar in this band and I watched him the whole night. I love music and watching him effortlessly play his guitar like it was the easiest thing in the world, just sucked me in.
A couple of days later he added me on FB and started messaging me. At the time I was in the “whatever happens I don’t really care” stage, I would reply not really thinking anything of it. Then suddenly one day he stopped. No further messages came and I deleted the ones that were there. Yes I was miffed but I honestly wasn’t bothered – little did I know that he thought he was coming on too strong and said he wanted to appear more relaxed….I’ve reminded him plenty of times that ignoring a girl is not the key to her heart, he now apologises ha!
New Years Eve was fast approaching and my sister and I were heading to our local nightclub for a fun filled night with goofy masks and lots of drink. Half way through the night my cousin, who was as drunk as a skunk, appeared in-front of me, along with Brent. He was still pretty sober as was I so I meekly said hello and we parted ways. After we had all consumed a bit more alcohol he appeared in-front of me again. Now his chat-up line is definitely one to remember but should never be used. He made a questionable hand gesture while saying “I hear you’re good at…” I was appalled and all “Who the hell do you think you are?” when he said “No I heard you’re good at singing!!” Romance is not dead guys. After that awkward exchange we then spent the entire night chatting, laughing and dancing the night away, he asked for my number and unexpectedly texted me at 3am, to which I read it and went straight back to sleep – I’m such a romantic.
After exchanging texts for a couple of days we arranged to meet up for a date. The day we were supposed to meet he didn’t reply to me all day, I was angry and annoyed that I’d let myself get giddy over someone only to be let down again when he finally replied an hour before he was picking me up. I asked my sister to fill in for me, he was drinking NYE he probably wouldn’t notice that a completely different girl got in his car for a random date, but for some reason she said no and forced me to go. Can you imagine if she had gone?! This story might have ended very differently!
He picked me up and off we went. Within 5 minutes I had accidentally insulted his height, luckily he is so easy going he thought it was hilarious. Two wines and a wonky walk along the beach later, Brent said the cheesiest of lines to me EVER and the rest is history.
Whilst writing this down I can’t help but smile. I found someone when I wasn’t looking. I was always told someone will come along when you least expect it and he did. We danced for hours that NYE not knowing that three years later we would be engaged, saving for a house and have a little boy. I can be a fiery ball of rage all too often but Brent has stuck by me no matter what and has supported me in everything that I have ever wanted to do. We’ve laughed together, cried together and now we will grow old together.
What’s the moral of this story? If someone ever says to you that things can happen when you least expect it, they are more than likely going to be right…