Herr-Berbunch |
04-18-11 08:33 AM |
Aww, I don't think the Four Word Story Game will ever be the same again now, Reece! :nope: Where is the story of the homosexual midget parties, the sheep? Disappointed - very!
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My story? A friend arranged to meet a girl, and her two friends, with two of his friends (see where it's going...), in a bar in the Dolphin Hotel, Cleethorpes (to save Vendor time!) in September 1993, just a few weeks before I was due to join the Air Force. Nothing was expected, but all three girls were beautiful, and we hit it off. My friend who arranged it, went out with his girl for about four years. My other friend went out with the other girl for only about a year. I went out with Eve for about 2½ years, I did join the Air Force and I think the culmination of constant travelling to see each other and the fact I had a wandering eye (but only eyes!) didn't help. Then in 2002 I got my own PC, and joined Friends Reunited, where Eve got in touch. Met up again in 2003 just before I went to Iraq and when I got back home in that August she'd left her husband so we moved in together. All was going great so in 2007 I faked a heart attack (:yep:) and got her to agree to marry me - in fact I agreed to her!
I'd woken up one morning with a tightening of the chest, went downstairs to make her a cuppa to wake her up and had a shooting pain down my arm, profuse sweating and still this chest tightening. I got back up to the bedroom and she woke up and looked at me a little worried - I told her to get dressed and drive me to the hospital, which she did (after seemingly taking forever to choose something to wear and driving at/below the speed limit 95% of the journey :nope:. So eventually I was all wired up and had Eve on one side and my mother on the other when a nurse asked who was next of kin - they each looked at the other expectantly! A couple of hours later I got moved to a ward and Eve returned saying that Gretna Green could fit us in in three weeks time which coincided with our planned holiday to the Lake District. All I'd done, apparently, is strain a muscle in my chest when I'd been moving some domestic appliances the previous day. :o
So fifteen friends and family came up to the Lakes with us and saw us get married, then we decended on a local hotel for a meal which when they saw it was for a wedding they pulled out all the stops and gave us a great time!
The best bit is we didn't cater for 100+ people we didn't really want there, nor did we have a wedding photographer telling people where to stand whilst the others slowly got bored. The week, including the holiday for four and the wedding, dress and suit cost us less than £1000.
On the following Christmas Day we drove up to join my parents in the Lakes for a couple of days, my wife said she thought she might be pregnant. My response wasn't favourable (two step-kids was more than enough!), and test after test came back negative - proof enough? :yep: No, she insisted and eventually one came back positive. I barely spoke the rest of the time there and it took up to the first scan a few months later for me to even begin to admit she might be pregnant. I eventually came round and Heidi was born September 2008 and now is the center of my universe :D:D:D:D:D
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