My fiancé
went to Caterpillar Nursery in 1986, I followed in 1991.

He went to shithole of schools Aylesford in 1994. He left in 1999, the year I started.

Getting closer...

Fast-forward to me being 15 and hormonally incompetent. My mum takes our ancient computer into the local shop.

By the time we leave the shop I know two things: That we needed a new computer, and that I wanted to break the new one as fast as possible so that I could see the very lovely young man who worked there again.

Unfortunately, I was 15, spotty, weird and absolutely useless with guys, while he was 20, an alcoholic and way cooler than I ever could have hoped to have been.

So I get to the age when I can reasonably expect to get a drink in a pub without being thrown out, and I happen to choose the same one that he plays pool in fairly regularly.

Still, I wait.

It takes 2 more years, a nasty breakup/rebound and a couple of vodka & lemonades before I actually go up and say hello outside of the shop. We've been together ever since and are now expecting our first baby.

And that's the story of how I accidentally stalked the man I will end up marrying...
(Marmite Omelette ...but I feel better having screamed, don't you?, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 19:08, Reply)