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            "Everyone relationship starts out with a LOVE Story"


     I know, I know like today is not full of enough posts and blogs about LOVE, well tough I am writing 1 more for you to look at! If you like a good story and want to learn a little bit about me then stay and read, if  you just can't take one more Valentine's day post then move along because this is going to be jammed pack with LOVE & Adventure!


     I challenge  you to take 5 maybe 10 minutes today and write out your "Love Story" you know what I mean the story about how you became 2 instead of 1, we all have one and even if you think your story is boring and normal I say still write it out, It will mean so much more to you as you grow older and have it to look back on when every memory might not be fresh in your mind. It is simple I will walk you through it. Your story will have a few main parts, and when put together makes it the perfect story.
Here is mine: sit back with your coffee/ tea and enjoy!

                            "Run Away Lovers"

     Love the title, but no word of lie that was what people were calling us, people we didn't even know were calling us this, and people we didn't even know were hearing and spreading our story around. We were somewhat famous from Ontario all the way to Alberta. We were the Run Away Lover. I will get to how we got that name in a minute but there is some stuff we had to lay on the table first!

     What come first your wondering, Well the moment you first saw them of course! That moment your eyes first locked with theirs. That is part one. I remember mine! A friend and I were at his work visiting one of his coworkers who we really wanted to help us design the year book cover ( yes we were high school) We were drawing idea's on the white board while other guys were looking through the old year books trying to find their old high school selves. Then I saw him, First thing I noticed those light blue eyes! then he walked over and pointed to himself and said "hey that's me" second thing I noticed those dimples that framed the best smile I had seen on a man in long time! The smile that would one day be the same as my second born. Then he just walked away, back to work, because he was not the guy to stand around and chit chat. First thing I said "Who was that" and I of course got told to Duh look at the photo he pointed at. I left there that day determined to find out every thing I could about him.My brother and half my friends worked with him him so it was not hard. 

      Now for Part 2, the first date. I got my information and were that lead funny enough was me calling him (at work) and asking him on a double date, invited him to come out with My Friend, My brother ( totally weird btw) and I. We went bowling and My brother invited his friend and girlfriend, then at last minute my yearbook friend and the guy we went to go see joined our little group. Our group of 4 turned to 8 and bowling became boys against girls! night went great... the worst part about it though was my brother came with his friend and the girl he brought came with our other 2 last minute joins, just so I could get picked up by him. but on the way home my brother though it would be more convenient to just ride home with us. Nothing like feeling awkward then driving home from a first date sandwiched in a small Ford Ranger between your date and your brother, while your date had to change gears in between your legs.... Horriable. Awww and you think the night would end leading into the first kiss....WRONG, My brother decides maybe this would be a good time to exit the vehicle and then stand on the front porch watching us, waiting for me to get out of the truck. Now my date is a really really really shy guy, so no first kiss that night, but we got the first date checked off the list.

       Well we have our first meeting, our first date, and now its time for the first Kiss, which is the 3rd part to a love story. We had another mutual friend, we seem to have a few of those. These mutual friends and I decided to meet up with him at a Halloween dance. My perfect Halloween costume choice was an Angel. We got all dressed up and ready to go, but of course we were late and by the time we got there it was coming up on the last slow dance. Seeing as he was so shy I practically had to ask him to dance but we made it up there for last one. The song was Amazed by Lonestar, Of course it was that song that was really over played in those days. We danced looking pretty funny, me as an Angel and him dressed up like a town bum. but we danced that was all I cared about. Then he walked me to my ride, were my friend and his girlfriend were waiting. We said our goodbyes and then it happened. Our first kiss, how many guys can say their first kiss was literally with an Angel. The part I loved the best was after the kiss and as he walked away he held my hand to the very last second, you know the kind of stuff that you see happen in movies. I went home that night feeling very much like and Angel, for I believe I had my first cloud 9 experience.

     Well from here our story takes a sad turn of events. We went on one more date, our last one. It lasted with us staying up all night talking and him driving me to work earlier if the morning just early enough for me to show up at he dinner with all his work friends in there for breakfast. Of course then I had to come serve them their breakfast full of 1000 questions and teasing remarks. 
But that was our last date, he left saying I was just too young to date ( I was 16 he was 21) 
I left him he was crazy to ignore our connection.

     2 long years went before I was about to make it to the next key part of a love story. The day you become 2. I did not see him for those whole 2 years, I had dated someone else in between there, but always remembered him, he was hard to forget. Then one night we found ourselves at another mutual friends house having drinks, we once again stayed up all night long drinking and talking. We were celebrating early for the next day was St. Patrick's Day, and seeing as he was Irish he seemed to think that gave him a pass to be drunk for 3 days straight. So that morning when he announced that this time he was not going to let me get away, I was a tad bit worried it was the whiskey talking. Best St. Patrick's Day ever, the day I caught myself a little Irish man, and I vowed to never let him go. 

    Now I hope by now you see some of the key components to your Love  story. The meeting, the date, the kiss, the becoming a couple. Now your story might not go in that order, but you more than likely had those things happen at some point.But now for the best part to your Love story. The first Adventure together as a couple. For some it might be your first vacation together, your first camping trip, your first time moving in together. Mine, well mine ended up giving us the nick name "Run Away Lovers"
    
     You see we moved in together with friends were we spent 3 weeks getting to know each other and then finding a place of our own to live ( Oh my gosh what I put my parents through living with him already). Then one night while we had all our stuff pack and waiting we still had no place to live. This is when maybe the worst or best idea came into our heads. We were going to pack up the car and drive across Canada to go live in Alberta. He had friends there, and we both were craving an adventure. We spent all night packing the car and then went to bed. The next day we woke up had breakfast with our roommates as usually. then announced that we were going to do our laundry grabbed our laundry baskets we had all ready and out the door we walked. 
 In the car we took one last look back and off we drove. After about 2 hours of driving we saw a big sign saying "Turn Back" but we didn't and from that point on we know we were really doing this we were really leaving our friends and our families without telling a single soul that we were going!
     
     We drove and got a hotel after the first night, then woke up and drove some more. We decided we would not call home until we were far enough away that we could not be talked into going back home. We made it over 12 hours away from home and then got a room and started to make our phone calls. We probably should of let people know, our poor roommates had no idea what happened to us and were a little worried, and my mother vowed to never speak to me again unless I decided to come back home! that was the longest night of our trip across Canada. By the third night we made it all the way to just outside the Ontario Manitoba border, and called a friend who had just moved there to live with his Mom and step dad. We got to their house and they already know our story all about how we had run away. We made our introductions only to then be asked who my Dad was. His parents were first from our area too growing up. I told him my Dad's name, well he let out one of the biggest laughs I have ever heard. He said well when your Dad was your age he was sitting beside me in a transport truck driving across Canada. Then he asked me my number and called my Dad. His first words were "Hello there are you missing something?" and from there they talked and from that moment on my Dad was fine with the idea that I too was now driving across Canada. From there we stopped and spent a night in each province. We had a night in St. Malo Manitoba, a night in Swift Current Saskatchewan. Then we drove into Alberta stopped at a gas station and called our friend only to find out we stopped within walking distance to his house. 
     
       There we lived for a while, in a house with our friend and 3 other guys. We got jobs and after a while found a place of our own and  just lived life. On weekends we would go out driving and exploring and during the week we would work. I got a new job as a Head Housekeeper on a Ranch resort and he got a job working the rigs. I ended up not seeing him much he was on a 2 weeks on 1 week off rotation, but I met a lot of amazing people out there and always found ways to keep busy. On his off time I took time off too and we continued exploring more. Life went back to normal, our friends and family began to accept what we did and had fun sharing our crazy story all around, even our new friends out west had fun sharing our story. That is how we became the Run Away Lovers, and we lived day to day like any other couple. But at least we had one crazy adventure to start out our love life. 

     Today we are back in Ontario, married for 8 years and have 3 kids. Once again just living life day by day. And even though he drives me completely crazy at times, I still love that little Irish man!

     Now go out and write your own story, and let me in on the link so I can enjoy reading your too!