In three weeks I will be celebrating my 15th anniversary with one of the most wonderful men I've ever known. I met Geoff (last name withheld) in Jasper, Alberta, while working at a resort - I was a room attendant (aka, maid), while he worked in the dining room. 2
(And you all can get your 'Dirty Dancing' references and put them away.)3
Anyway... there I was, sitting in one of the pubs in Jasper, with a few friends (one of whom a lot on here would know... Barbara... yes, *that* Barbara. We go waaaaaay back, and I'm about the only person that can get away with calling her that name which she hates
). 4So, there we were, drinking, listening to the Psychadelicks(band that played 70's music... they were great), and a few guys walk up. One was Barbara's future ex-husband, another was a mutual friend, while the third was a guy who had started working at the hotel about a week before. 5
I didn't know who he was, but he had the most gorgeous reddish blond hair I'd ever seen, pulled neatly back into a tail. Introductions were made, the mutual friend laid immediate claim to the seat by me, and the newcomer sort of stood there looking uncomfortable; being the only one without an apparent date. 6
Barbara, in all her drunken wisdom, goes (and this is no lie, I shall remember her words until I die), "Daphe, Geoff... Geoff, Daphne... now go fuck off or something." 7
Ah, yes, I remember it like it was yesterday.8
Adding your comment:
doesn't sound like me at all. 
Holy 
woman! 
