Okay, but I wanna hear your 'How We Met' story afterwards!
So.. alright, this isn't that romantic but Adrian and I met in a pub in England. When my girl friend and I came over here, we got jobs in this pub in Kent. We lived there as well. Without really going into it, it was by the far the WORST job (and the worst overall experience) of my LIFE. Our boss was terrible, we had bedbugs, worked 13 hour shifts.. awful). Anywho, the pub was Adrian's local and all his friends used to come in and sit at the bar all the time. He knew all the bar staff really well. He was SO NICE to me and my friend, they offered to take us out and show us around London and we went out lots of outings with them to Hastings and Camber and stuff, it was fun. Problem? He had a girlfriend! Did that stop me from making a total you-know-what out of myself one night when I was really drunk? Nooooo. So he broke up with his girlfriend about a week later, and about a week after that we went out on our first date. The problem with THAT was that everyone had spent so long convincing me to drop it and forget about him, that I didn't even know it was a date! And I invited other people along!
I think a better story for us was that he came home with me to Canada for Christmas, and we both had decided that I would stay in Canada and he would return to England we wouldn't be together anymore. So it was hard, but we both still wanted to have Christmas together so he came. He had to go home on New Years Day, we had to leave for the airport at 4 o'clock in the morning! We went to my friend's wedding on New Year's Eve, and he all of a sudden had this massive change of heart and asked me to come back to England for the year and then he would move to Canada. It was really hard at the airport, crying and all that mushiness because I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do.. but in the end, we all know how it worked out!
Okay, your turn!! --Steph
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When my girl friend and I came over here, we got jobs in this pub in Kent. We lived there as well. Without really going into it, it was by the far the WORST job (and the worst overall experience) of my LIFE. Our boss was terrible, we had bedbugs, worked 13 hour shifts.. awful). Anywho, the pub was Adrian's local and all his friends used to come in and sit at the bar all the time. He knew all the bar staff really well.
