"I fell in love with her eyes"
Or better yet, what’s the best that could happen?!
Sit back a spell and let me tell you a story. Nine years ago, on this very day, I met the love of my life. Here’s how the stars aligned to bring about that wonderful moment.
On July 5, 2002 I went for a motorcycle ride with a bunch of guys I’ve never ridden with before. What’s the worst that could happen? Well, let’s just say it ended badly. Not Super Bad but bad enough. It ended up with me lying in a ditch, with a broken hand, on the way to Mt. Baker and my Ninja lying in a broken heap on the road. ICBC soon wrote me a cheque, which I used to buy a used pickup. Since pickups and country music go hand-in-hand, I found myself listening to the local New Country Music station. (Are you starting to see the domino effect here?) While listening to the radio, I heard mention of 2-step lessons at Gabby’s Cabaret in Langley. I didn’t have anything to do that night and I’d never been to Gabby’s before so I thought “What’s the worst that could happen?”
I got to Gabby’s early. That’s just me. Instead of being fashionably late I tend to be awkwardly early. Hey! I don’t like to miss anything! Anyways…I grabbed a beer and sat overlooking the dance floor waiting for something to happen. Half a beer later a cute woman walks into the bar. I didn’t immediately notice her arrival. (I was watching the empty floor not the door.) After she sat down I noticed her through the mirror on one of the pillars. I thought I was being sneaky but she noticed me noticing her. She got up and started to approach me and I thought to myself “Here’s your chance! Ask her if she’d like to join you.” I then turned to speak to her and…she was gone! WTH?! I swear it must have been 2 or 3 minutes until she reappeared. She sat next to me and asked if I was there alone. I responded “Well, if you sit next to me I won’t be.) Once the lessons started we stuck together. (Being the smooth talker that I am I told her not to squeeze my hand too hard because it was broken! That’s what we playa’s call an ice breaker.) The instructor asked everybody to join up with their partners again and we naturally migrated to each other. Once the live band started playing and the lessons were over Nancy suggested we go to Tim Hortons for coffee and a quieter setting to continue talking.
As it turned out, two of Nancy’s friends had jammed out on her that night but she thought “What’s the worst that could happen?” and came alone.
Sometimes the “worst” thing that could happen turns out to be the “best” thing that could happen!
