*Once upon a time, little* /u/before-my-wife *had his little heart broken.*
Her name was Moira. We met the very first day of uni playing a pickup soccer game. She was hella cute, with curly blonde hair and the most wonderful little button nose. Typical to form, she had great dimples when she smiled.
She was also acerbic, strong-willed, and took-no-shit. I quickly developed more than a little bit of a crush.
We casually hung out like people at uni do before I asked her out and she turned me down because she was transferring to a different school. I didn’t cry, but I did mope around for a week or two.
Flash forward a few years, and I was heading to a conference through the city where she lived. This was a regular-ish thing – we’d grab coffee or a movie when I was passing through – but what made this time different was that the bus schedule was weird.
*Which meant that I needed to find a place to spend the night.*
I complained of hotel prices for maybe five minutes before she said that I can just crash at her place. “It’s not a big deal,” we told ourselves.