Ah, grandkids. I see you’ve taken an interest in our family history and have discovered my ancient writings on what used to be known as a “blog” on a thing called the “Internet“. Goodness knows what globally spanning high bandwidth data network you’re currently using but it’s probably in HD, 3-D, and has some other features we cavemen haven’t even conceived of yet.
So you’re trying to find out more about your beloved grandfather and grandmother, and how your parent came to be. Well, sit yourselves down on the hover chair and let me tell you a story of love in the olden days.
In answer to your first question of “How did you guys meet?”, the short answer is that, like any successful relationship from the very late 20th century, we met on the Internet.
The longer answer goes something like this. I was working at an ISP based in Perth called iiNet, and had been since 1996. I often refer to these as the “dark times” as it was low pay and quite stressful in tech support but it was stable and regular. I was working the late shift. Before the days of 24 hour support, we closed the phones at 10pm so I worked from 1pm to 10. This allowed me to get the last train home from Perth to Midland. Oh, there’s some stories I could tell about traveling late at night on the train! Maybe another time.
After about 10-12 years of inactivity, I was again attending Church and things had started swinging my way. Let me tell you kiddies, don’t let yourselves stagnate in inactivity because getting back into Church was one of the hardest things I’ve done for various reasons. It’s best to remain faithful the whole time. Anyhow, by this time I knew it was important for me to find the right girl to marry, and to achieve a happy life and beyond I knew that I had to marry a girl from my own faith. If I hadn’t, there’d be less chance that we’d be the happy family we are now. So I’d been dating various chicks (we called them chicks in my day, don’t know what you’d call them now) with the motive of seeing if they had the possibility of being right for me long term. I had found that I was so far away from being Mr Right for most of these girls that it wasn’t funny, but I was Mr Right for some of them. That’s good and all, and I was flattered that some of them thought very highly of me but it wasn’t good enough for me to be a knight in shining armour. I needed to be selfish, in a way, and make sure that my own needs and desires could be met.
See, 95% of your happiness or 95% of your misery in life is going to be as a result of the person you choose to marry, so you need to choose very carefully. Aim high, in fact aim for perfection but understand and be happy in knowing that you’ll never find that perfection. Instead, find the person with the best mix of attributes you can. That doesn’t mean “settling” for anything, it’s just that people are human and fallible, and are not perfect and so will never meet whatever image of perfection you’re told you need by your friends, parents or the media. For me, perfection would have been the mind of Albert Einstein, the empathy of Mother Teresa, the bank account of Warren Buffett, the athletic ability of Nadia Comaneci, all wrapped in the body of Cindy Crawford. She should also speak French, play the Saxophone and have a love of NHL Hockey and be able to recite lines from Star Wars at appropriate moments. I knew I’d never find this woman outside my own imagination, but I knew that I could find a good mix of the best attributes eventually.
I had about given up after a few years of looking. These girls were nice and all, but either they lacked an important ingredient or they had other off-putting attributes which I knew would queer the deal and make me unhappy.
So around the middle of 1999, we had an intake of new YAKs (as me about that name later some time) to work in tech support at iiNet. Among these were a few rather hot chicks including Suzanne. I’ll admit that it wasn’t Suzanne that grabbed my attention first, but I did notice Suzanne and thought it might be a good idea to eventually talk to her some time if we ever bumped into each other.
This is where the story takes a bit of a twist. My supervisor decided that she needed to help things along a bit. She fancied herself as a match maker. In other words she wanted to meddle. It wasn’t until a few years later that she told us that every other match making venture of hers had been an abject failure. Ours was her first success at making a match and she was very proud.
Anyway she poked and prodded me, and whispered and cajoled Suzanne. I think as far as Suzanne was concerned, she just wanted to get the match maker off our backs and leave us alone, but we eventually decided to go out on an official “date”. It was to be Friday the 13th of August 1999. So when I say “we met on the Internet”, it’s partially true; we met at work, which happened to be an Internet company.
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