| axumblade said: ahem... I am still waiting on the story on the story on how you met your mother husband... :D |
Yes, I'm a bad husband... here goes:
So I was living with two roommates in Trois-Rivières and on a Saturday night, I was getting ready to go out clubbing when a friend of my roommate from another town knocked on our door. He was actually in town to see someone else but that someone wasn't home so he ended up at our place instead. That guy was accompanied by Donald, my husband-to-be.
I was immediately drawn to Donald, we chatted a while at my place. Sadly, him and his friend were supposed to leave for Quebec City right after saying hello to my roommate but I was able to convince them to make a half-hour quick stop at the bar. There I chatted some more with Donald, danced a bit and got his mIRC nickname (yes I'm that old).
The next day, I found him out online and started chatting with him. We kept in touch during the next week and agreed to a date for the next Sunday. The date went extremely well and our official relationship had begun. We were living about 150km apart but we made it work, we saw each other on weekends and talked online and on the phone during the week.
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