Todd and I have been together for a little over 2 years. He’s a few years older than me (he’s 26, I’m 23) and our friend circles have always intertwined. I actually dated one of his mates in high school for 3 years and if you had told 16 year old Shayla that she’d end up with Todd, she would’ve told you to piss off with your ridiculous ideas. I always thought he was way outta my league.
It all started when I took him up on his offer to drink at his mates place one hungover Sunday afternoon in June 2014. I’d just got back from a festival, felt worse for wear and my flatmates were fucking me off so I figured – why not?
I rocked up around 5pm and after a wee bit of awkwardness, we were sitting on a couch in his mates garage sharing stories, reminiscing and joking with each other. He lived in Wellington and was studying down there and I was just about to start a new job in Wanganui. It was all just harmless banter in my eyes because I thought I would never stand a chance with him. One thing led to another and he ended up coming home with me (drunk Shayla clearly charmed his socks off). The next morning we were both extremely hungover so we decided to get a bucket of KFC to eat in bed while watching Disney movies. Everything about him just felt right. Kfry in bed is seriously the way to my heart.
Todd went back to Wellington and I carried on doing my thing but it was too late.. We had started something that neither of us could quit. Fast forward 2 years and we own a house together, co-parent two labradors and are in the process of planning the wedding of our dreams. As ridiculous as it sounds I genuinely found love in a seedy garage, while smashing back a box of vodka cruisers. How about that modern romance, huh?
Moral of the story: If someone you sorta find attractive invites you somewhere that is a little bit outside of your comfort zone – take the risk. You never know where it might take you.