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How did you guys meet?” We get this question a lot. Thought I might just send this link to my children when it’s time to tell them this story or add it to their Alexa skill so they can listen to it whenever they want. “Alexa, tell me about how my parents met.”
One Saturday morning, a friend told me that a friend at a nearby school who was working on her final year project needed to fix her computer urgently.
I knew a lot about the hardware and software of computers when I was at university. I was so good I could take a laptop apart, fix hardware problems, and remove a virus by hand, even without an anti-virus program. My friends and I had been able to do this since our second year of school, so when people brought us their faulty laptops, we would fix them for free.
That afternoon, the supposed friend’s friend arrived from her school. I knew I would meet a lady, so I cleaned my studio apartment. In my perfect world, the room was very tidy. We said hello to each other when she came in with my friend; not long after she got in, she asked for a broom. I asked her if all was well, and she said she just wanted to tidy the sitting area because it looked a little messy. “Who does she think she is?” I thought. I cleaned up this place just before she got in.
“Wow, you read?” she said when she saw my bookshelf. I said, “Yeah, what’s the big deal?” She said that young people don’t usually read these kinds of books and that she owned or had read some of my books. I thought, “Okay, that’s good to know. Can we do what you came here to do?” She is undoubtedly pretty, but one of my boy-meets-girl secret book rules is not to gush over cute girls when we meet them for the first time. It’s what most guys do, so don’t do it. Be that mysterious guy. Girls are naturally curious and like to figure things out, so they will want to get closer to you. So I had that neutral attitude, not so nice and also not so disinterested.
Then she asked me what church I attended. I told her I attend an Anglican church, and she exclaimed, “No way!” that she thought I went to a charismatic church like Daystar, Winners, or Christ Embassy like every young person. She asked me again, “Anglican?” I thought she was faking it with all her accents, phonetics, and talking like she had just moved from the UK. I nodded, yes! Anglican…
