How I met my husband.
I met my husband grocery
This random morning, I woke up with a strong urge to go grocery shopping. This is unusual for me as I stay with my divorced father and we go shopping together. Unfortunately he was working that day and I was home. So I got ready and dressed in these warm grey track pants and a black crop top with black pumps on my feet.
I went to the China mall which is connected to a grocery shopping mall.
As I walked in, I could feel someone staring me down. I turned my head to the side and there was this Indian man staring at me.
Now I am not a people person and I do not take kindly to people staring at me. But the way he smiled was intriguing. I quickly looked away. But my head unwillingly turned in his direction again. This smiling stranger was unperturbed with my demeanour. I looked away and smiled to myself briskly walking into the China Mall and turned to lose him.
After a short while I walked into the local supermarket and sat down next to the doorway. Smiling stranger came by and spoke to the security. He did not see me sitting there. He walked past me into the supermarket. When I saw him leave, impressed with myself, I pulled a trolley and began my shopping spree from the end of aisle one all through to aisle four. Suddenly smiling stranger found me and stood right in front of my trolley. Stopping it with his foot on the wheel.
‘DO I KNOW YOU?’ I asked with a frown on my face.
He said no and went on to introduce himself. He asked ever so sweetly if he could help me with my grocery shopping. Racking my head I agreed without first weighing my options:
a) I’m short, the aisles are really long and tall
b) I have no transport to get home
c) Some groceries are heavy
I enjoyed smiling strangers company.
He made me laugh and found it amusing that I had to follow my grocery tick list in this day and age. It felt as though I had known smiling stranger for a long time coming from this type of person who is quiet and awkward when I first meet you or I’m not comfortable with you.
We walked into the next shop to buy meat stuff. As we walked out he saw flowers and chocolate and asked me to choose some. I am a huge sucker for romance and in all my years no one ever got me flowers. That was my secret wish. So that was a bonus for me. He was a gentleman and opened the door for me. I must say his car (bakkie) was dirty.
He took me straight home. In the car he grew quiet and said he had a feeling he was not going to see me again. I shrugged my shoulders and said we will see. He dropped me off at home without first carrying all my groceries to my front door. He gave me a hug goodbye and the rest is well the rest.
That is the story of how I met my husband.
‘I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me
I still feel your touch in my dreams
Forgive me my weakness, but I don’t know why
Without you it’s hard to survive
And every time we kiss I swear I could fly
Can’t you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last
Need you by my side’
This is the story of how my husband proposed.
My then boyfriend had travelled to Capetown. As I am an introvert, he persuaded me to go out with a few friends of mine for a ladies night. Earlier that week, he sent me this song by Cascada to listen to. So I rounded up a few girlfriends of mine and we decided to go to North gate Shopping Centre.
Whilst there we sat down to eat something at Wimpy. Two of my friends kept getting up and disappearing for long stretches at a time. I reached a point where I was frustrated and called my then boyfriend saying i was going to leave now because of these friends of mine. My then boyfriend talked me into staying.
After a while, all my friends wanted to go ice-skating. I had never been ice-skating and I heard from my sister that it was hard. She actually fell on her bum and it hurt for weeks. I was very reluctant to go ice-skating. But everyone had decided so I was forced to tag along.
I was right. I am not a sporty person. Ice-skating is so hard. I held onto the dear railing the whole time I was there. Good music was playing in the background though. And we had a few good laughs.
We went around the ice-rank and the second time around this song began to play. The next few tracks where literally songs from my playlist on my phone. At one end of the ring, one of my friends asked me to look sideways. These letters pasted in bold:
I shouted well that’s my name.
My friend said that I am not the only Natasha. Then I shouted even louder that it has my surname too. Suddenly there was my then boyfriend. I was suspicious. He was so nervous. I gave him a hug. I thought he was in Capetown. He went down on one knee and popped the question. I said yes and we hugged. I was in tears. Everyone around me was congratulating me.
Afterwards we all went to Spur and had a lovely meal in celebration. My then boyfriend had come home earlier and gone straight to the ice rank. He organised the whole thing. And mentioned all the people who were ice-skating where employees.
My husband is very romantic. I finally had my dream proposal. He proposed with a black diamond ring. I love black and he saw so many pictures of black diamonds on my phone.
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