|An Elaborate Dance
||[Mar. 2nd, 2009|10:25 am]
Around the time I moved to Reddish, Ailz was dating a boy who lived a few blocks away from the church- and taking her driving test in the streets around it. I don't think our residencies overlapped- quite- but- if not- we only avoided bumping into one another by a month or two. |
We had several such near-misses. She lived in Mossley and I came this close to buying a house there. She moved to Edinburgh after her marriage broke up and- at just that time- I toyed with the idea of moving there too. It's as if we were performing this elaborate dance round one another- but never quite touching.
Finally I put an ad in the Manchester Evening News- and she answered it.
When I was in seventh grade, about 12 years old, upasaka
went to a private boys' school right next to the public school with an "enrichment" program that I was going to. When he was sixteen, he started playing the organ for a small Presbyterian church in the neighborhood where I lived. He remembers visiting the church where I sang and seeing an all-female choir, so he must have seen me there. We shadowed one another for years before I heard a concert he directed and then we met again at the bookstore where I was working. These things happen, yes.
And if you ask him, "How did you meet your wife?" he will reply, "She auditioned." I did--for his chamber choir. *g*
I hesitate to say, "It was meant to be"- but it's what I think.
I suppose I might have added that we grew up around two hundred miles apart- and I had to move that distance (for no very compelling reason) to place myself in the area where our paths could begin to cross.
Situations like that make me believe in fate (or whatever name you give that sort of thing). As for myself, I had to cross an ocean to find Manolo, born the same month of the same year as me.
"Fate" is as good a name as any. :)
I have a similar story about finally meeting and getting together with glassgirl7.
I do believe that certain people are intended to meet. BTW, I'd like to hear the story. How about putting it in a post?