I guess I was what you might call a "late bloomer", at the age of 24, I'd never had a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I liked looking at boys, things just never seemed to happen for me though. I had a nice group of friends, consisting of my high school buddies, and some guys from my friend's uni group. We hung around together, went to movies and plays and went out to dinner together. Just a good group of buddies having fun.
The uni guys liked bushwalking and invited me along one weekend and I got to meet some of their friends. Yeah, it was a fun time. A couple of weeks later, one of them invited me on another walk with some of his friends.
What happened that day? Why did it happen? Why then? December 6 is Saint Nicholas's Day, celebrated with sweets and fruit. It was a Sunday and we were walking back to our cars, crossing and re-crossing the Moroka river until one moment we both slipped at the same time, our hands reached out and found each other.
So that was my Christmas gift, on Saint Nicholas's Day, 1981, I fell in love with Brian (another late bloomer, who at 25 had never had a girlfriend.) 42 years later and we are planning for the future. We never did get married, but we named our firstborn Nicholas.