Who knew that visiting my aunt that holiday would bring me face to face with what I imagined to have been the love of my life. Hahaha what a stroke of pure serendipity.
I didn’t really have a type yet, well because I had never been with anyone else. Being the girl that was kept under strict lock and key and only coming out for air at school and when visiting relatives. Lucky for me God had a plan and sent my favorite aunt to rent a couple of rooms at my future in-laws abode! Love was signed, sealed and delivered to my doorstep, well his doorstep to be more precise.
I was on my way to shower and there he was with the most sincere eyes I had ever seen, eyes like the gorgeous Michael Ealy, walking out of the bathroom freshly showered, fresh and oooh so dreamy. I had never shared a bathroom with strangers before but I thanked God for it that morning. I got in there struggling with the idea that the toilet was the bathroom, (what in the animal kingdom was this?) but oh so happy that I was in the same room he had been in, intimately, just moments before. I quickly showered and went to enquire from the inside man (my aunt) who the beautiful dreamy-eyed boy was and she explained to me that he was the landlords kid….. What to do? What to do? I had so many plans for our future, our kids, where we would live, so many ideas. Hahaha, the blissful ignorance of youth. Never mind that he didn’t even know my name, then again do men ever really know what they want? I was going to have to convince him that I was what he wanted, I was to be his intended. Oh young love. hahaha!
As the days went by, I decided to make myself visible to him which meant going to shower only after he was up, so that he could see me stroll to the shower and back. I had to start taking walks at sunset (in what I thought was not a safe environment) just so that he could make conversation with me. The things I have done in this life for love! Hahaha! In my defense I was young and was convinced that he was not only going to be my first boyfriend but my happily ever after. Eventually he took notice of me and we started to hang out and eventually he asked to date me and I said I would think about it for a few days until I put myself out of my misery and agreed to date him.
Schools reopened and I was shipped back to boarding school leaving the love of my life behind. Leaving him exposed to the vultures to snatch him away from me, after I had only ever just hugged him. Was our love affair going to end before I ever got kissed? My ancestors were going to fight hard and strong to keep my dreamy eyed lover in my life. Weeks past until he finally wrote to me, on beautiful paper that smelled like lavender. I had to channel my inner Jane Austen when writing to him because the boy had a way to express what I thought to be the most romantic words I had ever heard. I know, I know that I had no one to compare him to but come on, I had read novels and watched movies and loved music that spoke of love. I would look forward to his letters every week and would count down to when I would see him again.
The school term came to an end and I was not going spend another waking minute in my fathers house. So I was off to visit my “aunt” again. This time it was different, there was so much pressure from the letters, the description of the kisses I was going to give him were straight out of a Mills and Boon novel. Meanwhile I was not ready to kiss anyone yet, like I’d be damned if I was to wake up pregnant before I finished school. Hahaha, for a person that was acing science I had a very warped idea about what kisses led to. Maybe it was because of the fear of my highly religious parents and a general fear of God seeing everything I am doing as I do it. LOL. We took one of our early evening walks in the “hood” and the walk ended up taking forever, this walk was heavy with anticipation. Oh my word, why did no one ever tell me that kisses were so much pressure. We finally made it back to the house and before we walked into the gate, he hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips. OH Jane Austen’s knickers!!!! I swear I died in that moment. Was this it? Did I need protection? Oh my God there was no protection, was I knocked up? LOL, I was a whole cocktail of feelgood hormones. He wished me good night and I walked in and he followed minutes later, we had to keep it on the DL, we were not savages!
My ancestors had one job! ONE JOB! To safeguard my relationship and what did they do that night? While they were up all night swooning over the kiss my future husband was seen by his mother walking in moments after me and had put two and two together. Did she not accost me as I was getting out of the shower? Bucket and soap in hand, she led me into her house to tell me that I had to leave her son alone. Accused me of teaching her beloved last born son the art of snobbery. Hahaha never have I ever! Way to go ancestors! Lucky for me, he came to my rescue and led me out of the room, I was bewildered but was like “that was hot”.
I left my aunts house that day, I was not about to be sticking around for another run in with the MIL. I was smitten but I loved being alive more….