So, remember when I said I was going to do a series of introductions for some of the main players on The Little Mumma? No? Well, I did. I said it here. And I did the Proust Questionnaire and told you I had webbed toes and my lifelong dream was to do the splits.
In the spirit of reintroducing myself, I updated my About section recently, too. Did you see it?
And now, it’s time to introduce the next key player.
Readers of The Little Mumma, meet B.
B and I met at the dawn of the millennium. It was 1999 and we did party, just like it was.
I was 23 years old, living with Mr Wrong and dreaming of an acting career but doing very little in the way of pursuing it. I was all about the relationship angst back then.
B was the bass player in a band and one of my dearest friends, CC, was dating the lead singer. She invited me to a gig – but the rest was NOT history. I brought Mr Wrong along with me, we proceeded to have the obligatory fight and I ended up sitting on the curb outside the pub crying over spilt beer. B remembers it like this. “After the gig, we headed outside to catch a cab and I saw Angie sitting in the gutter. And I thought to myself, ‘That girl is beautiful. She wouldn’t be crying like that if she was with me’.
BEST. STORY. EVER.
We didn’t get together for another 9 months or so. But fate was at work so eventually, the stars aligned or whatever. And then, yes, the rest was history.
What to say about B? How best to encapsulate all that he is? I can’t.
These things are true though.
He is an exceptionally good man.
He is a brilliant father.
And he was right. He has never made me cry like that.
Together, we fit.
I reckon it might be serious enough to consider marriage. Ha!
One last thing to know about B. A thing that, for me, captures the very essence of the man.
If he finds a shopping/to-do list I have left lying around (and he finds many), he MUST, every time, without fail, make the following addition to that list.
I LOVE this guy.