Thirteen years ago last night I was standing in Louie's Backyard, an open-air bar in South Padre Island, Texas. I was 21 years old and there with my best friend. We had come for a cheap vacation but were feeling a bit bored with the scene. It was Spring Break and we had done it all before in highschool and were a bit older than most of the people there. I decided to spice things up by seeking out the most attractive guy in the bar (and there were over a hundred people there that night) and try to chat him up.
Kellie and I walked a circuit, checking everyone out. Then I saw him. Tall, dark and interesting looking. Not drunk and slobbering like so many of the guys that night and by far the most handsome man there. He was standing with a friend watching people bungee jump off the pier. Kellie and I walked over, I leaned against the railing trying to look my most alluring, pointed to the bungee jumpers and said 'Are you going to do it?'. He turned to look at me, quickly said 'Not tonight' and then turned away again.
Kellie and I exchanged a glance. This was going to be harder than I thought but, never one to back down from a challenge, I tried again. 'So where are you from?' 'England', he said.
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oh keep going!!!
The rest is history. We were married about five minutes later, had Toby ten years after that and neither of us have ever bungee jumped.
Yay! I absolutely love this story! Everytime I see or hear anything about Spring Break I think of you and J.
AL
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