It all started in the North wing corridor of the school. I was the new Maths teacher and you were the well-established Network Manager. I was flustered by my inability to teach in a foreign country and you were walking around with blushing cheeks and a sheepish smile every time we walk past each other.
One dreadful winter's afternoon the news came: OFSTED are on their way. This time I was not the only one to get flustered over teaching. Everyone was scrambling to perfect their art. Me? I'm just trying to get the buggers to listen, let alone teach!
Unscathed we survived the inspection (turns out, I'm not such a bad teacher after all!) and my then boss invites the department for a celebratory drink in 'The Library' (our codename for the local pub) to finish off a stressful week. And this was where The Meet Cute occurred .
He wanted to buy me a drink. Doe-eyedly I agree to it, but decided to walk with him to the counter. A whisper in his ear made him burst out with laughter: "The wine in my glass is actually water, I'm driving. Please don't tell the others, they will know for sure that I'm a lightweight then!"
Naturally all members of staff know now and 'till this day the teasing still crops up.
He hates cricket. I'm a fanatic. I tried to teach him the rules (using wooden spoons as you do!) at The Library on that fateful night, you know, to keep the conversation going. I did not succeed: he still hates it.
The dates that followed were interesting and very romantic. I will get a text with a postcode. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Terrified I would drive along country lanes and other scary places in complete darkness just to involuntarily flutter my eyelids and feel my heart skip a beat. I'm sure the car park snogging made for great spectator entertainment!
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