anniversary

♥ first date in venice





























































♥ the first time i saw jerry was on his first day on the cruise ship, serving drinks in the pool bar in his crisp white uniform. he looked across the bar at me with his bright blue eyes, blonde back-slick and white toothpaste smile and i thought he was such a pretty-boy, he had to be gay. i've since discovered that groomed, ken-doll, metrosexual look is the swedish look.

that night in the crew bar i ran into him again and since i was pissed and wearing a mask (it was a masquerade ball), i decided to show off the swedish expressions id learnt from an old colleague, beginning with 'slicka min snippa' (which i wont translate) ;o)

i wasn't interested in him at all, but each day on the pool deck, he tried again and again to hit on me while there were no guests around, asking if i wanted to watch a movie in his cabin, if i was going to the toga party, would i go out for dinner with him.. etc.. i enjoyed the attention and made my rejections carefully ambiguous.

after a few hilarious nights out with him in istanbul, ukraine and then mykonos, i finally realised that i actually really liked this guy, who was like no one id ever met. when the ship anchored in venice, i agreed to go on a date with him and as we walked together across the dock, in the most romantic city in the world, a huge shooting star shot across the sky in front of us and it felt like we were in a really corny movie.

tomorrow is exactly one year since that day. anniversaries are a pretty sentimental, girly thing, and i've never kept track of them in the past, but i think you know when you've found 'the one' and i guess finding them is a really nice thing to celebrate. :o)