HOW WE MET
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Eva
Whenever anyone asks us how we met, we burst out laughing - it´s such a ridiculous story. I had gone out on my bike to meet a friend. I always ride too fast, and what happened this time was, as I rounded a corner, an arm appeared out of nowhere. The next minute, I was flying through the air into someone´s garden. Not only was I confused - I didn´t know where I was for a moment, and I could hear people saying, "What have you done, Ricardo?" I was incredibly embarrassed. After all, I was lying in a flowerbed with a bicycle on top of me.
I just wanted to crawl away and, being redhead with fair skin who blushes really easily, I could feel this heat rising up over my face. So I scrambled to my feet, saying crossly, "I´m fine, I´m fine", got on my bike and tore off along the path, hoping never ever to see the guy I´d hit and his pals again. I did though, in a weird stroke of double fate, on my way back I passed them again. And hideously, my baseball cap flew off my head right in front of them. It took all my courage to go back, bashfully and retrieve it.
I´d seen Ricardo around before but I´dnever spoken to him. So when, the next day a bunch of flowers arrived on my doorstep with a note saying "Have a happening day" I knew who they were from. The florist confirmed it: Yes he was tall and blonde, and he worked as a landscape gardener. It took a lot of guts, but I know I had to go and thank him in person. And I was glad I did - although my knees turned jelly. I was blown away. We chatted for ages and a few weeks later he invited me out for dinner. That was it. We´ve now been married 11 years. I believe in fate, but I think you need to build your own destiny. If Ricardo hadn´t sent me flowers and if I hadn´t gone to thank him, none of this would have happened.
Ricardo
I had just come back from hitchhiking around South America when I met Eva. I was feeling quite low, having been mugged at gunpoint in Colombia. What I remember is seeing this very striking girl with a wonderful mane of red hair. I´d seen her around before, but we´d never spoken. One day I was with two friends, walking down this little alleyway and recalling some traveling tale. I must have gesticulated too wildly because the next thing I knew, this girl was coming toward me on a bike and was suddenly catapulted into a garden. This gorgeous red hair girl laying underneath a bicycle. I couldn´t take my eyes off her.
What I did was go straight to the local florist and, because she was so identifiable, they knew who she was and delivered flowers to her the next day. Giving flowers was easy, but when she came to thank me, I was dumbstruck. I had never felt like this before - I knew she was the one. Finally, I did find the courage to ask her out - and the rest, as they say, is history.
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