So today is the day some love to hate but if it wasn't for Valentine's Day I may not be married. Prior to February 14, 2008, I had been single for several years and hoped that one day I would meet that special someone. I was referred to as Bridget Jones by one or two of my closest friends and wrote several pieces about life as a singleton.
That all changed on Valentine's Day in 2008 when I was sent a bunch of flowers. They were initially sent to an address I was no longer living at. Fortunately they knew I worked at The Daily Post and the flowers were dropped off at work. The flowers came with a card signed by a "John". So began the hunt for this person called John. I know several men with the name John but I had an idea who it was.
I annoyed some of my colleagues and friends in my pursuit of this mystery man. A close friend rang the workplace of the person I thought it was and left a message for him to call me. In the end I called a certain Rotorua florist and they passed on his cellphone number and told me how he acted when he came into the shop. So I called the cellphone a few times and kept getting a message with the name John but he didn't provide his surname so I was still stumped.
In the end I knew if it was the John I was thinking of then he was staying with his folks who I knew by sight. It had been a month since I'd received the flowers and I plucked up enough courage and called his parents' landline.
Fortunately he answered. We talked. I'd only met him a few times so I was extremely nervous. Towards the end of our chat he asked me if I would like to go out for dinner with him. I had a raging head cold but we went out to Amazing Thai and after about a week or two of spending time together we started going out.
