I am not describing a stand-off between my boys.
This argument is between me and TS.
Today is a special day.
17 years ago a crazy girl got together with a steady boy.
He saved her.
Fuelled by tequila and thus buoyed with Dutch Courage, he took a chance.
They drank, they flirted.
THEY PLAYED TETRIS.
For those not familiar with games, Tetris is an addictive block game where you um, match shapes. I know, THRILLING!
Anyway, we had a Gameboy (how retro) each and were playing against each other.
He sat on the sofa, I was curled at his feet (Yes, I know, not exactly the actions of a feminist, BLAME THE TEQUILA).
We played and flirted, played and flirted.
AND I WON.
As confirmed by our best man (TS’s best mate) on our wedding day.
Then there was fumbled, drunken kissing.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Today, sitting side by side in the swimming pool watching our off-spring, we discussed how weird it was that we have grown two humans.
“Who would have thought that night with tequila and Tetris..” I mused.
TS turns to me, smiling, and says…
NOT, that was the best day of my life. No.
He says “I definitely won, you know”.
Happy Snoggaversary, TS. xxx
Do you and your partners have differing memories of the same events?