Thanks for asking Suz...I'm happy to share my story.
husband grew up in the same neighbourhood that I did. He and his family moved to the next town, but he used to come back frequently to visit with his old friends.
I used to see him around the neighbourhood a lot, driving past my house in his blue Chevelle (see the you are what you drive thread), or better still, on his motorcycle, or simply hanging out with his friends. I thought he was so beautiful. He was a semi-pro football player so he was really built, and had long flowing golden brown hair and the bluest eyes imaginable. I used to stand in my front yard and watch whenever he drove by. Sometimes I would wave, and once when I was feeling very bold I blew kisses at him. I had such a crush on him, and dreamed that I would marry him someday, when I was big enough.
A lot of time passed. His friends all moved on with their lives, and he stopped coming around the neighbourhood. I grew up and got married, but it wasn't a happy marriage and I often used to think about my first big crush and wonder whatever happened to him. I used to joke to myself that I should have snapped him up when I had the chance, back when I was 5.
Many years later I was working on a project for a new client. Because my schedule was so crazy, my manager excused me from all team meetings. But on this day, she insisted that I attend. At the same time, a new man had joined the project team that morning. He was supposed to be in another meeting in another building, but he had been given incorrect directions. My manager invited him to join our meeting, to get a chance to meet the team and find out more about the project. I arrived a bit late to the meeting, and stood in the doorway of the boardroom looking for an empty seat. There were a few chairs available, one next to a big man with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen and golden brown hair. As though I was being pulled by a rope, I walked over to the empty chair beside him and sat down.
We introduced ourselves and started to talk quietly. This lovely man and I talked and talked about so many things. At one point, when we were talking about where we grew up, I realized that this man was my crush, of the Chevelle, motorcycle and long flowing hair. He talked about driving through our old neighbourhood, and remembering a little girl who waved at him sometimes. I told him that I was the little girl who waved. The meeting lasted for hours, and to this day I have no idea what the project team talked about. All these many years later, here he was, right next to me. Both of use were separated/divorced, and we became the best of friends in that meeting.
We spent lots of time together, going for walks on our lunch hour, sitting in the park behind the office. One day when we were out for lunch, he kissed me. Since that moment, we've been inseparable.