When people watching, or sometimes just walking down the street, upon seeing young couples, I am often struck with the questions: I wonder how they met? I wonder which was brave enough to make the first move? Were they friends first? I always think it’s amazing that there ARE so many couples, that people are brave enough to admit, yes I do like you and will you go out for me. Or lean in for that first kiss.
The asking out usually seems to get landed with the boy for whatever reason, and it takes a lot of bravery. Hmm, I guess this is one of the reasons I am glad that I’m not male. (Although they DO get a pretty easy time of it compared to us girls!) That and the best man thing. I would actually die if I ever had to give a best man speech, and am irrationally happy that I never will. ( image from here)
Sometimes it makes me sad that so many couples meet in bars and nightclubs. I’m not sure why… there’s nothing wrong with that, I know very good couples who’ve met that way. Perhaps it just doesn’t make a brilliant how we met story…or the fact that alcohol was involved. A few years ago I was at a wedding and the bride and groom met when he bought her a blue WKD in the Metro…
I recently bumped into a lady who is a librarian in my hometown, and I told her I did work experience there around 5 years ago. Her husband was the librarian at my school at the time and she asked me what I was doing now. She said she studied English at Queens too (same as me) but she studies History as well, and Seamus Heaney was her lecturer. Then she said, smiling, “That’s how we first met…I…” and they both said at the same time “Went to the wrong history lecture.” It was very cute.
I hope I don’t sound like I’m creepily watching couples, because I’m not. I’m just curious and am interested in people, and love a happy story.