tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75691777434860431502011-04-21T14:15:26.475-07:00...our love story ...Squigglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437604009137851156noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7569177743486043150.post-36621536915933218142009-04-16T12:12:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:03:18.023-07:00How I met him?<br /><br />On the Woolwich Free Ferry.<br />As I drove down the other end of the ferry, I thought to myself ...I could have met him on there. He saw me the day before (I take the ferry most mornings) and thought I looked cute and then thought no more about it. Then this morning he spotted me again, and he smiled to himself. As we queued up and waited to board the ferry, he jumped lanes so he could join my boat trip. The Ferry officer glared at him, but he didn't care...he just wanted to keep me in his sight.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325378278442017922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dwE9l1zbElM/SeeLVEUeJII/AAAAAAAAAAM/GtOQ-FNKJfQ/s320/freeferry.jpg" border="0" />We were on the ferry, and he was two cars behind . He saw me tapping away on what appeared to be my mobile phone , and he wondered how I would react if he said hello. He was nervous , but he summoned up his courage and got out of his car . Oh shit! today of all days and it starts to rain. He rapped on my window gently , and I jumped ...startled. "Sorry I didn't <span style="color:#cccccc;">mean to</span> make you jump", he said as he smiled. His smile disarmed me. I smiled back and said "How can I help?" , and he said "Sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to say hello"<br /><br />I can't remember what else he said after that, but he made me laugh, and he asked for my number and I gave it to him ...<br /><br />As I drove down the other end of the ferry, I thought to myself ...I could have met him on the ferry. In fact wouldn't be cute if we had the wedding reception on the Woolwich Free Ferry? eww...no,no way... too tacky, and it would probably sink or something. I guess we could have it on a luxury boat ...you know to pay homage to meeting on the ferry.<br /><br />It is quite possible I have met him already ...unlikely, but possible. He could be someone I've known for years. I never used to care much about men. Not that I did not like men , don't get me wrong I always did. They just never really occupied much space in my thoughts.<br /><br />Lately I've become preoccupied with wanting to meet someone special. I'm not going to say Mr Right ...but hopefully someone right. No , I'm not cringing as I type that. I'm happy to be quite open about it I Would Like to Meet. "WLTM" a loaded acronym that litters the dating adverts.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">WLTM someone tall, athletic (he doesn't really have to be athletic he can just look it), aged between 27-37, kind, ambitious, warm, funny, gets me, patient (he'll need to be)...I'm still thinking of the rest</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7569177743486043150-3662153691593321814?l=waitingtomeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Squigglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17437604009137851156noreply@blogger.com0