- At 30, I had abandoned love and I planned to move abroad.
- Living in London, I tried not to speak to anyone in public transport.
- I asked a foreigner for the time and a few minutes later, he asked for my phone number.
The day my life changed, I was Work in public relations For an international well -on fauna charity. I had lived in London since my diploma of the university and the taking of my daily routine. Bus at home. It was a busy line, so I was generally crushed against the luggage rack behind the driver. To pass the time, I would listen to music and look out the window, fantasizing about the future.
I was doing this with a hot June evening when Will went up and tightened between me and The other commuters.
I liked it instantly
It was one thing for our eyes to meet A crowded bus; Admitting that it was tall, dark and beautiful is as cliché as possible. But I instantly loved it; He had an open and kind face and a soothing presence. The most surprising reaction I had was a voice in my head that said: “Oh, you’re there!” As if I expected an old friend to arrive.
But I rejected that because it seemed Kooky and deceived. I was 30, single, emotionally bruised with a breakup With a very unsuitable person, and packing my suitcases to work in Sydney, 10,000 miles away. The instantaneous feeling of ease and familiarity that I felt when I saw Will was only my mind playing tricks. I naturally presumed that he was engaged / married / cohabitant, and that did not cross my mind to discover it. When I drew his attention, and he smiled, I smiled in return and turned away (blushing furiously).
And that’s when fate intervened.
I asked him for the time
My The iPod lacked batterySo I put it in my bag and I released my phone. The battery was also dead – strange, it was half full when I left the office – so I checked my watch to see what time it was. He had stopped working. So, because he was the closest person to me, I asked him for time. It was just after 7 years, he said. He smiles and I smiled. He started to say something, and I mentally wanted to ask me to go out, but the bus stopped when he stops, and he raised his shoulders while apologizing and went down. There he left, I thought, back to the charming girlfriend that I had imagined for him. The doors closed and he left. The bus blocked forward, D and I said my farewell.
A few moments later, there was a frantic blow on the window and the doors reopened. Will pushed his way through the crowd to me. He said he had never done that before, but I was single? And if so, could it have my number?
After exchanging details and he had left the bus (again), a worried woman warned me to give my number to random men. I would normally agree – I had lived in the city for a long time to know not to encourage foreigners; I only took out men I met with friends. Instead, I reassured him that he was not a weird. How do you know, she asked. I just did it.
I knew I was going to marry her
When I got back home, I called my sister and said I had met the man I was going to marry. I thought she laughed, but she did not question her. Will and I were engaged five months later, and the next Januar, Y, we started a six-month trip in backpack in Australia and New Zealand (it was compromise, instead of working abroad for two years). We have been married and have been together for 21 years. These days, it is tall, gray and beautiful, which suits me, and we are always in love.
The author and her husband got married shortly after the meeting. Gracieuse of the author
Later, I discovered that Will helped a friend who had moved to my neighborhood, so it was not his regular route. He had continued after another bus but missed him in a few seconds – in the meantime, I had refused a post -work drink (unusual movement on my part) and I just caught the bus that we both took. Were we supposed to be? I like to think.