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How I Met Their Mother…A Modern Day Fairytale

Back in January 2009, I was a little over a year removed from the worst relationship I had ever been in, a very toxic three-year ordeal. In the year that had passed since I got out of that relationship, I had found my groove back. I was having a blast. My best friend Joe and I got an apartment together. We were living the bachelor life and meeting a lot of women.

We decided to book ourselves a trip down south. We’d never been on an “all inclusive” trip. We had a plan, or more like a mission. We wanted to do two things; drink off faces off and hook up with as many girls as we could. We brought our plan to our travel agent, and she booked us 14 days at the Oasis Cancun in Cancun, Mexico.

Little did I know this trip would change the course of my life forever.

The first day really set the tone for the rest of the trip. We got to the resort at noon. By 2 in the afternoon we were smashed. We went to a foam party that night.

I met a girl at the party and brought her back to our room; my partner in crime also met a girl and went to her room for the night. Needless to say, we were off to a fantastic start!

This resort was a giant hookup spot. By the 8th day, I had hooked up with seven girls. I hadn’t had a sober moment since our first hour in Cancun, things were going according to plan. Our travel agent had really delivered with her choice of hotel.

Day number 8. My buddy was held up in our room with a massive hangover, so I was on my own for the day.

As I made my way to the pool area, I noticed these two girls in front of me who were just utterly failing at walking. It was hilarious. Having been there for seven days, it was evident to me they had just arrived that day and had fallen victim to the multiple bars on the resort.

I caught up with them and took each one by the hand and asked if they needed help with anything. One of the girls said they wanted to eat. It was a few hours before dinner time, so I told them the restaurants didn’t open for a few hours. They both looked at each other then looked at me and said “in that case let’s go have a threesome,” to which I responded, “Why the fuck not.”

They dragged me to their balcony which was on the 1st floor so we could just hop over and get in their room. We got to the girls’ balcony, and there was their very sober, not super happy looking friend (they were a traveling trio) with a super hot chick. Their friend was a little pissed that the girls were drunk and obnoxious. We said hi as we slid the patio door open and disappeared into their room. One of the girls locked the door while the other pushed me onto the bed. As things escalated quickly, the “angry girl” started banging on the glass door.

She was not too pleased that we were starting to get it on on her bed. A little argument erupted between the three roommates. At that point, I thought to myself “this is too much drama” plus my excitement was kinda fading if you know what I mean. I tell the girls that I’m just going to leave and let them sort this out. Drunk Girl 1 says “let’s just go to your room.” BOOM, threesome’s back on baby!!

We got to my room, and my roommate was still pretty out of it. I got pushed on the bed again, and they jumped me. Things were getting hot and heavy, and in the corner of my eye, I saw buddy looking over at us like a little puppy at the table waiting for scraps. He sheepishly asked what was going on like he didn’t know. It was obvious to me he wanted in so (keep in mind I’m pretty drunk here, and my judgment is not the best) I tossed one of the girls over onto his bed and told him “here, take care of her.” That was an all around douche move I know, not my best moment for sure but anyway, a few minutes into making out with my bud this girl realized that she came to be with me and wasn’t cool with how this was turning out, so party over.

I escorted the girls out to the lobby, apologized for being a dick and went back to the room. I told Joe he owed me one and to get dressed because we’re going out to dinner. We got ready and got in line outside the restaurant which was about a hundred yards from the hotel lobby where I had dropped the girls off. All of a sudden I saw the hot chick that was on the party girls’ balcony with their 3rd roommate earlier coming straight at me. She wasn’t happy and was looking for the other members of my failed threesome. I told her nothing ended up happening, and I had sent them on their way about half an hour ago. She started giving me shit for not bringing them back to their room, and they were too drunk to be wandering around alone on the resort and blah blah fucking blah! But deep down, being the decent guy that I am, I offered to help her look for them. We found them 5 minutes later at the lobby bar having 6-ounce tequila shots. They were completely obliterated. I helped the hot chick bring the girls back to their room, wished them a nice recovery and headed back to the restaurant.

The next day after breakfast, the roommate and I headed down to the beach to catch some sun and relax before the day started to get crazy. Who did we bump into? You guessed it, the drunken threesome newcomers from the day before. They were with their third roommate and the girl that came looking for them. I broke the ice by teasing them a bit asking if they remembered me from our failed sexcapade and we wound up hitting it off from there. My buddy and I ended up hanging out with these girls for the next few days. It turned out the “hot one” who was not rooming with the three girls was actually by herself and met them the day before too, and on top of that, she lived fifteen minutes from my place back home in Canada. She was francophone, and so are Joe and me, we had more of a connection with her.

On the second day of hanging out with these girls, we were all having drinks on a terrace after dinner and taking it easy. As the evening turned into night, one by one the “gang” started calling it a night until only me and “hot french girl” were left (Gen’s her name). We had some more drinks. I didn’t feel like spending the night alone, but I’d made zero moves on this girl. I was thinking we had more of a friend zone thing going on, and it was getting late to try and meet someone to spend the night with. She finished her drink and told me that she was gonna head back to her room for the night and at that point, I just went for it and replied: “how bout I join you.” She smiled and said, “sure why not.”  We grabbed some drinks and headed to her room.

What happened once we were in her room was definitely not what I expected. We got in bed and started talking. The conversation flowed like we had known each other forever or in a past life. It got pretty deep. We were talking about our dreams, emotions, past relationships, spirituality and life in general. We talked from twelve to about five in the morning. There was something special going on here. This all went down a little over eight years ago, but I still remember like it happened yesterday. At one point in the conversation around 3:30 am, I could hear her speak, but it was like time had stopped, and the little voice in my mind told me to take in this moment and remember it forever because this moment would completely re-shape my life. The path I was on had just taken a sharp turn. At that moment, I fell in love with this woman. Connecting with her at that moment felt divine, like nothing I had ever felt in my life before. I felt in my soul that I would spend the rest of my life with her.

We ended up connecting in more ways than one early that morning *Wink Wink*

The day that had started was her last one. She was leaving early in the morning the next day. That night Joe, myself, the three roommates and Gen all went out to celebrate her last night in Cancun. We had an epic night out, an open bar type of night. We got back to the resort at around 4 in the morning. I think that night was the drunkest I got during my 14 days there. Gen and I stumbled to her room. She wanted to get a bite before going to bed. I didn’t feel like making the trek all the way to where the restaurant was so I told her I would wait for her in the room. If I had to guess I would say that as soon as the door closed, I was out cold.

Now I can’t say how truly accurate this part of the story is because it was told to me by Gen. When she got back to the room (without her room key), she knocked for me to let her in but no one answered. Apparently, she kept hammering the door for 15 minutes, but I have no recollection of that ever happening. She ended up having to go to the front desk to have someone come open the door for her. The whole process took close to an hour. By that time it would have been close to 5:30 am, and she was scheduled to leave for the airport at 7:30 am

I woke up the next morning to the sound of “Wake up, I’m leaving.” I opened my eyes, and there she was, dressed, suitcase in hand and ready to go. I was still very intoxicated. I told her “You should have woken me up earlier,” by the look in her eyes I kinda knew her response would be “I’ve been trying to wake you up for ten minutes, now get up I’m leaving.” She seemed a little upset, probably lack of sleep and hungover I thought to myself. As we were waiting for her shuttle to arrive, I got emotional and started sobbing. She asked me what was wrong and I told her I was sad that she was leaving. I was pretty upset. We exchanged numbers, and her shuttle arrived. We said our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch.

I had four days left to my trip. I couldn’t wait to leave. I just wanted to see this girl again and spend more time with her. I had fallen hard for her. The debauchery ended the moment she left.

The day we flew back home I called her and left her a message as soon as the plane landed. We wound up seeing each other a few days later for our “first date.” As they say, the rest is history!

Twelve months later we bought a house together.

Six months after that we were married.

Eight months after getting married we had a beautiful baby boy.

Eight years later our love is still blossoming, we’ve been blessed with three amazing children, and that’s how I met their mother.

*Our last night in Cancun together
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20 Comments

  1. A well written blog 😊😊keep writing

    • You cond’ult pay me to ignore these posts!

  2. Waooo, loved the story and your writing! I kept on reading wondering which else was gonna happen, I’m glad it ended up in you being together!, I live in Mexico City and on July I’m going to Cancun and Tulum, let’s see how’s the party gonna be 😀
    xoxo,
    Pilar
    http://thelifestylehunter.com

    • That intishg’s perfect for what I need. Thanks!

  3. Great story. It’s amazing how life works itself out and gives us what we need when we least expect it.

    • Suprirsing to think of something like that

  4. I’m sure that’s not what you expected when you started that booze-filled vacay! Congrats on meeting the love of your life in an unexpected way!

    • I thank you humbly for shinrag your wisdom JJWY

  5. KARA KARA

    What a lovely story ! Wish You both luck in years to come 🙂 !

    • You Sir/Madam are the enemy of confusion evwryehere!

  6. Haytham Bhalo Haytham Bhalo

    This is a beautiful story. I knew the story was gonna end up you and her together but I like the twist you put to it.

    • Thanks for helping me to see things in a diereffnt light.

    • Haha. I woke up down today. You’ve chreeed me up!

  7. Anonymous Anonymous

    Man!

    • You’ve imreesspd us all with that posting!

  8. Dani Dani

    This is so beautiful. I love the fact that you wrote this about your love. 8 years isn’t awesome! I’m so proud of you and your family! Keep going!

  9. Great story! It’s crazy how things work out sometimes!

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