Be my Valentine ….. I first met my husband 39 years ago. Wow! did I just say that?! 39 years that seem like a few minutes, pretty scary.
I was a young thing on the Cote d’Azur, 22 years old, carefree and ecstatic to be in the South of France as a student for a year. Turns out the university did not go so well. I was studying languages at university in London, and having just completed a year as a Solid Student in Germany, I arrived in Nice for a second year abroad. The student system in France was very different to anything I had expected, and I was disappointed by the classes, so I wrote to my tutor back in London, promising I’d come back from France at the end of the year, that I’d speak great French, but please not to ask about the university curriculum because I wasn’t going anymore. Curiously he replied with a simple “that’s fine, have fun”. So weird! Times have definitely changed!
Anyway, now I had no classes to go to, I was looking for other ways to keep me busy. I found a job in town and the rest of the time I was free. One evening, having drinks with a couple of friends I got chatting with a French boy. He told me about a radio station in Nice that he’d launched with some friends, and that he liked my accent, and would I come along to record some jingles for them. Why would I refuse!
The next morning at 8.30am I cycled to the radio station on the old port of Nice. I took a girlfriend with me for moral support, and we turned up to find not one French boy but five. It appears the boy from the previous evening had told his friends about the cute British girls who were coming for a voice audition. The morning was fun, we recorded a couple of jingles and were asked if we wanted to host a daily radio show – obviously we said yes.. I swear, some things can only happen when you’re 21 years old.
Long story short ….. One of those five boys is sitting beside me, as I write these words, right now. Not love at first sight, but an encounter for sure. A couple of weeks after that radio audition we were both at a house-party and accidentally collided. An electric shock, literally. From that point on, my year in Nice became a lot more fun and romantic and light headed and I never looked back.
The moral to this story? There is none. Unless it is follow your heart. I personally attribute our nearly 40 years of happy marriage to his incredible patience. I am blessed to have a loving husband, who I can count upon, who takes care of us all as a family … and what’s more who’s a great cook!
We all follow different life paths. Sometimes we manage to create our luck, sometimes we get lucky and sometimes things don’t work out quite as we expected. They say that money makes the world go around, but maybe love is a tad more important.