On Wednesday I was in town spending too much money at Billie and Rose and I decided I would go back to uni early and have lunch. I messaged my future husband Dean Hall to see if he was available to share a meal with me and as I sent the message I put my phone in my pocket, paid for my parking, turned around and there Dean was, standing right in front of me. Neither of us could quite believe it because he was in town doing sound for a film and I was just avoiding uni, but there we were. But I guess we live in the same city which is very small and these things happen.
It happened again the day after though. My friends and I were at The Bird and it was a little bit dull because Dean Hall wasn’t there absolutely kicking ass at Hip Hop KaraYoke and I messaged him telling him how upset I was he wasn’t there. We decided to bail and get some ice creams and as we were walking he wrote back and I sent him another message and as I put my phone back my bag I looked up and there he was again. He was in town and was walking down James St with some of our other friends. Now again, this coincidence is again a matter of us both living in a small city- but this was when the third coincidence occurred, which was the first properly mind-blowing one.
We were just standing having a chat when a boy walking past caught my eye. He immediately looked familiar and all of a sudden I realised who he COULD be. I lived on the Gold Coast for 6 months in my first year out of high school and before that I was a little bit in love with a boy who lived there. We had a young sweet romance while I was on holiday there in year 12 and although it didn’t end too terribly, I was heartbroken for a long time and we didn’t see much of one another when I lived there the year after. But time went on and although my best friend still lives on the GC, I haven’t been back since 2007. It took me by surprise, to say the least, that this same boy could be walking down the same street as me on a Thursday night in Perth and I didn’t quite have the bravery to go up to him because I wasn’t sure if it was him and, surely....it couldn’t be. But I rang my friend on the Gold Coast and asked if there was any possibility he could be here, and he said his band tours a lot so, yeah, could be. So I sucked it up and went after him into the convenience store. As soon as I walked in he looked at me with the same look of astonishment. It was him. We gave each other an awkward hug and he told me his band had just been playing at Black Bettys (oh yep I was in love with a boy in a hardcore band) and he was only in town for one night. I was in such state of “what is going on here” that I left it there, told him it was good to see him and went back to the boys and on with my night. But I could not actually believe that it had just happened. What are the chances of me actually running into someone who was only in town for 2 nights, when I’m a huge homebody and basically only go to The Bird, Moon and Sixpence and the Jizza? Weird.
The 4th and final (for this week anyway) strange running-into-someone case came last night. One of my friends has told me a lot about some boys he goes to uni with and I have become a little fascinated by them. I’ve never met them but I’ve heard lots about them and have created a little Masterchef half-life for them (they’re surfie dudes and there is a surfie dude on Masterchef so clearly they’re the same person....also the 2 boys have been moulded into one boy in my mind). I’ve seen a few photos of them on Facebook when my friend has showed me their jokes with one another but I wouldn’t have said a few days ago that I would know them if they walked past me. But turns out I would....After a few hours at the Jizza we went out to City Kebabs and just watched the filth parade. But then a little blonde head popped up in the line and being the nosey parker I am, I stared blatantly. He turned around and I just had that same “no way” moment. It sure looked like it could be him and while I waited for the boys to collect their kebabs I made up my mind to ask him what his name was. He said it was Kane. One of my friend’s friends names is Kane. I asked if he went to Curtin. He said yes. I asked if he went to Curtin with my friend. He said yes. I started to laugh and explained I was a friend of my friend and then the penny-dropped for him. “Masterchef??” Yep that’s me. We had a good laugh about how he doesn’t look like the Masterchef dude (he actually does) and about my friend and the normal late night things that people who don’t know one another well do. When we left I offered him a chip and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face about the fact I had run into him. I wish the other surfie had been there, that would have been too much. But alas, one Masterchef twin is better than none.
Writing this all down I now realise I can’t impress my shock and surprise at each one of this coincidences, and I know that that’s what they were, just coincidences, but they made life a little brighter this week.
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