Well Brad and I had met on the peripheries for a few years. We had mutual friends, he went to school with this couple and I was a Girl Guide Leader with the wife and had become good friends with them.

Anyway, they decided they would matchmake. The four of us went on a picnic. I was working at a seafood restaurant at the time and got a couple of kilos of fresh king prawns. We had a cask of wine for the girls and the boys had beer. We had a great time at the picnic and then went back to their place for the night.

Needless to say I was rather tanked after drinking most of the wine. A body massage, and a great night of s e x, was had. We continued to see each other then for a little while (about a month and a half) and I found out I was pregnant.

I told him, we went out for dinner, and he proposed. It was cool. We were married 4 months later. I once asked him what it was that attracted me to him, and he said it was my "who gives a fuck" attitude. Apparently I was splashing up the creek at the time.

We have been married for 17 years now. That is a little scary.

We have 3 beautiful boys and are looking at another 17 years at least.