{Guest Post} How I met my bloke…….

by Diminishing Lucy on April 27, 2010 · 14 comments

Da da da da!! A round of applause please, for my first ever guest poster- take it away, Lucy!

I have mentioned my lovely husband a bit on my blog over at Diminishing Lucy.

And now Lori has me doing an expose of how he and I met.

So I  have been a trippin’ and a stumblin’ down memory lane.

The lovely husband and I met way back when Optus first started out in Australia.

Remember being able to Dial 1456?

That was me and him. And a few others too, but not many.

Back in those days (1995?) the induction training for all new Optus employees was six weeks long. (Six weeks? Fark. Times have changed.)

So, Andrew and I had six weeks of getting to know each other/showing off to each other/nicking off for smokes together.

I liked him.

He had nice long eyelashes. And he was verbose and confident. A cynical optimist. Really. He told me that about himself on the first day we met, and I thought he was mad. Cute, but mad. I thought that to be a cynical optimist was a total contradiction. An oxymoron. But it’s true and possible. He is, to this day, a cynical optimist.

We then worked and partied together for a year or so. We were friends. We talked, and flirted. We got messy together on Friday nights at the pub.

I was fond. In a very low key kind of a way. He had a nice arse. Him and his goatee and his general levels of hedonism: they were fun.

We were close, in a drinking buddy kind of way. He would kiss the top of my head as he got up go to the bar to get me a drink. In a way that made our other work mates raise eyebrows. But I kind of just sat with the idea of him, in anticipation.

And then, one day…………………he then went and got married to some other chick! (A blonde slim thing.)

I could tell you I was broken hearted. But I wasn’t. A little sad that my Friday night pash was out of action, perhaps. It actually didn’t bother me. I think I kind of quietly knew that we would end up together eventually one day. But that was a deep down in my gut very quiet type of whisper.

Him getting married to someone else was just an odd detour. I think he was on a one way street with her, unable to chuck a u-ey.

Anyway……his marriage was short and sweet. As was my attention span, to be honest. I think he tried to take me on a few dates. But I never realised he was trying to woo me. I thought we were “just friends”.

I then took a trip back to England to extinguish some old flames. And whilst I was away, I would get sweet voicemail messages from Andrew. Those messages from him, well,…..they made me feel safe.

He picked me up from the airport when I returned from that trip.

He drove from Palm Beach to Mascot at some ungodly hour of the day, to meet me off my plane and to carry my bags.

And I still didn’t really get that he was wooing me.

A week or two later, I offered to take him for dinner, to thank him for all of his gracious taxi services.

We went to Barzura in Coogee.

And he had to walk me through it very slowly.

Andrew: So, what are we going to do about us?
Me: What d’you mean, us?
Andrew: Well, we can carry on as we are……….you know, friends,
Me: Yeah……..
Andrew: Or friends that shag on a Friday night………..

Andrew: Or you could go get a proper boyfriend on me?
Me: Yeah……….
Andrew: Or we could make it official? You and me?
Me: Oh. Errrrm, so which would be your preference then?
Andrew: The latter. Obviously.


Me: Oh. Okay then.

(I have to point out something here. The above script makes me sound very cool/charmless/disinterested. Not the case. I was blown away that such a lovely bloke was able to articulate so easily to me the options, and best of all, what he wanted.)

So, that was the night we got together.

We walked, hand in hand, to the top of the headland overlooking Coogee beach, and kissed and talked. For hours.

It was bliss.

And 14 years later, it still is.

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{ 14 comments… read them below or add one }

Draft Queen April 28, 2010 at 10:18 am

I made my man read this post. If only to prove I'm not the only clueless woman to roam this planet.

I loved this!


Ratz April 27, 2010 at 3:45 pm

Cute stories, you guys have got. I for one, still runs from love. Amen God


Emma April 27, 2010 at 2:41 pm

Well firstly as you know Lucy I am pretty new to this whole blogging world so I am still fascinated by this concept of 'guest blogging'. Love it!
Onto your post – how romantic. Poor guy really did have to spell it out for you didn't he? My hubby is an Andrew too- what a coinikdink!
Hmmm.. you've inspired me to tell our 'how we met' story. I'll post it over at Diminishing Lucy… this comment is long already :)


Lucy April 27, 2010 at 1:45 pm

@Sarah….I know. Not a thing he shouts from the rooftops. He had a princess complex…. and then he got better.

@Heather…..our Lori is a funny one……

And Lori, yep, all paid. Very well paid. Optus was like the decadent eighties in its extravagances. (Although they then got blood sweat and tears out of us both for a great many years, across three states, so I guess that initial 6 weeks was money well spent.)


Lori April 27, 2010 at 12:55 pm

I'm just spun out that you got SIX WEEKS training. Paid, I'm assuming. Holy moley.


Heather @ Gerber Days April 27, 2010 at 12:53 pm

Cute Lucy! Loved hearing this story!

I really like this blog, and I'm a new follower. :)


Sarah April 27, 2010 at 11:58 am

OMG Luce, how long have I known you & I never knew that Andrew had been married before. WOW!!


Thea April 27, 2010 at 9:11 am

Awwwwww, I'm loving these stories!! Goosebumps. :)


kbxmas April 27, 2010 at 8:43 am

And, uh, what an incredibly sexy button on your sidebar. It's so….centered.


kbxmas April 27, 2010 at 8:42 am

What a sweet story Lucy!

@Badger, we all need a practice marriage (or, um, two) before we get it right.


Brenda April 27, 2010 at 8:26 am

Awwww. Sweetness, Lucy!


Badger April 27, 2010 at 8:25 am

And why do men (including me) always marry the wrong woman first?


Badger April 27, 2010 at 8:23 am

Excuse me. What are Fuck me boots? (I came from Kristin's blog).


Langdowns April 27, 2010 at 8:03 am

Wow!!! That is a fantastic story, You need to get that published on paper guys … like WOW! So well written. Wow. I love it!!
PS My husband actually got his start in telecommunications selling for Optus too .. in 1995 … the world just gets smaller


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