The alarm bells went off sometime between October and December of 1997, but it wasn’t until May 1998 that we *officially* started dating.
In amongst the angst of wondering what was going on and if I was imagining things and doing my best to stay calm there were a few highlights.
Brett and I were both part of the Youth Group leadership team at our church. We had regular meetings to organise the weeks ahead. One upcoming activity at the time was a fishing night. Seeing as I worked at Mariners World – a boating and fishing shop – I was put in charge of this week. But obviously a girl can’t go check out a fishing spot all by herself. Another of our friends, David, had recognised the tension that was between Brett and myself, and he not so subtly suggested that Brett be the other person to accompany me. If my memory serves me correctly I do believe Brett was going to offer to help out if Dave hadn’t made the proposal.
So there we were at Woodman Point fishing. If you can call lines in the water with no bites fishing, that’s what we were doing. More like giving the fish a free feed.
The first excitement of the night was when it got dark. Or maybe it was dark when we got there, I can’t remember that. We’d brought a gas lantern with us but when we tried to light it it was doing really strange things that freaked me out and so we were just going to fish in the semi darkness. There were another two men fishing on the jetty and they noticed our troubles, and one of them reckoned he knew a bit about gas laterns, let him have a go at fixing it.
He lit it, and turned it up full ball.
There was light alright. Huge flames coming out from the connection between the bottle and the lantern. They were so big, I didn’t think that he was going to be able to turn it off again, and I was standing as close to the edge of the jetty as far away from the fire as possible, ready to jump into the water in the case of an explosion.
No explosion perhaps, but almost a few coranaries I reckon.
So we continued to sit on the end of the jetty drowning prawns, and having a good old chat. In fact we got to talking so much that the fishing kind of stopped and we were both just sitting there with our lines in the water and it was getting late. Late enough to decide it was time to go home. We started to reel in the lines…