
The first time I fell in love, I was 23. It was very unintentional. I was a University graduate, fresh from travelling overseas, living at home with my parents and starting my first full-time job as a lawyer.
Falling for a colleague was not part of the plan.
Dan was older. He was the designated bad boy of the firm. He was very much the sort of boy I knew I should not go out with in a million years, and so I did not.
It later became part of our shared dialogue that he had to ask me out 15 times before I finally said yes.
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And that first date came with a list of conditions: it was not to be a real date; there would be no dinner involved (because that would make it a real date); and he had to have me home by 9pm.
Six weeks later we were engaged and 12 months later we were married.
It was a very traditional 1950s pathway to marriage, set in the 1990s.