Picture a girl reading magazines sitting at the gate of a small North Carolina airport bummed that her departure is an hour late. Now, picture a boy walking by on his way to the ticket counter. “Super cute,” the girl thinks, so at least they’ll be something to look at while waiting.
Boy sits down, pulls out a Wired magazine. Girl is a copywriter and her first ad ever is in this magazine. No one – at least back then – read Wired but total nerds and here is this seriously smokin’ boy with a copy in his hands.
“You read Wired?” she asks.
“Wired magazine. I’ve got an ad in there, wanna see it? It’s my first – it made it into CA, the advertising bible of good work. I just wrote the body copy, not the headline so I don’t really get credit.”
“Uh-Huh.” the boy says.
Girl takes the magazine out of his hands, deftly flips to the page and says, “Here, read this! I wrote this!”
That’s how I met my husband. I might have spoken first, but he was happy to reciprocate. The plane was delayed a whopping five hours. We talked the whole time. Travel talk, comparing scars (I won), betting on how many light fixtures were at the gate (he won), comparing gum under our seats (clearly a draw).
By the time we actually got on the airplane, we were hooked. We landed in Atlanta, he asked me out for the next three days in a row and then followed me to New Orleans for the Jazz Fest with his best friend. I mean come on, who can not fall in love in New Orleans with a beginning like that?
If you had told me I would meet my hubby at the airport, I would’ve laughed. But since that day, I have told all my friends, “Dress cute when you go to the airport. No sweats and tees. You could meet your soul mate there – no kidding.”
Through the years I’ve collected different stories from friends, families and acquaintances. Here are some Atlanta couples I know that have unique tales.
My Aunt Judy met my Uncle Frank on a blind date. My friend Karen from Portfolio Center met my husband’s friend Hermann when I took her to an architect mixer at Columbia, now they’re married with child.
David and Geri met in high school, went to the senior prom, married at 19, and celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary this year. Christine met hubby Kenyan at a wedding, he was the saxophonist for the wedding band. Annette met Baye in New York City. She was there for a big soiree for the Hunger Project and after the event, went to a bar in Brooklyn, where Baye was playing the drums.
It’s clear to me that truly, you can meet your mate anywhere. When I met my husband it wasn’t at all where or when I thought it would happen. Tim told me, for him, it was at the exact moment when he had stopped looking. He had me at “Huh?”