a fifo wife {a fifo life: first dates}

Did you know that they think that reminicing your first dates, days and weeks are part of the key to a long healthy relationship? I heard this awhile ago and went ahhh that makes sense. Im constantly reliving how FIFO husband and I first met. Constantly. It was one of the most happy and amazing time of my life and its one I constantly play through my head. I remeber the smells, the sounds and the feelings. How blissfully happy I was. It was also that time in my life when I started knowing who I was. I liked who I was. He liked me for who I was.

I remember our first date. I think about it all the time. I remember those first three weeks with such clarity it makes my heart sing. Love him more. Our first date was fun. It was heart beating not wanting it to end fun.

We met outside the Mitchell st woollies at 10am I had just been to the Rapid Creek Flea Market for breakfast. I was dressed in denim and sandals carrying the Australian Newspaper, I loved to read the newspapers back then. I still do but it’s not the same. I can’t immerse myself in it with three kids needing my every bit of attention. I devoured every page like a good novel. It was the Sunday after the Friday that we met. We walked and walked. We walked the Darwin esplanade. I was struggling to keep up with his stride he thought I was trying to walk the date over. We talked about our favourite cartoons. I love the old cartoons Fred Flintstone and bugs and the gang. He is a Disney boy.

We went to the museum to an art show. I went to the gallery every Sunday. I love art. It was the first he had ever been to. We argued over a painting of an old woman. We left and had coffee at the Cool Spot a Darwin institution. He had mocha coffee. He ordered it by mistake. Thinking it was a hot chocolate. He doesn’t drink coffee and it set his heart and tongue on fire. His laughter got louder his talking faster. He made me laugh like no one had before.

We went back to my place. He made me dinner. Omelettes it was literally the best omelette I had ever had. We talked and laughed some more. He told me stories about his childhood that I thought quite simply had to be untrue they had to be made up. His stories. Him being funny was sexy. It still is.

Our date ended with a movie. The sound of one hand clapping. We met his mate at the theatre. We watched it separately. Not touching. Just two friends. He walked me to my car. I remember standing there holding the car door wondering if he was going to kiss me. What was this day to him? No he said good bye from the kerb a safe but friendly distance. I didn’t care. I wasn’t offended. I wasnt dissappointed. Either way I was happy. I had met someone special. I was intensely happy with that.

So what was your first date. How did you meet your significant other? Tell me I love knowing. The best love stories are the real ones.

Reminisce girls it makes the heart grow fonder. Truly it does.

Have a wonderful Friday lovelies,

XX Deb