He lost His Phone So I Went Back to Give Him My Number on Paper - Meeting my Handsome

He lost his phone. I lost my Sweater. I went to back to find him, and gave him my number written on paper. Since then we’ve been together.

After half a summer or more of misery dealing with a broken heart from my first relationship since high school, I met a guy I never thought existed at the most unexpected time.

When I lived with my ex and our puppy at the start of 2018, I built an amazing relationship with the couple downstairs. Shan was my best girlfriend for several months. We’d pop in and out of each other’s places, borrow ingredients, cook each other meals, drink on the weekends, and have each others’ back no matter what. Her now fiancé is incredible, always generous and willing to lend a hand.

I was so sad to leave that living situation, primarily because of them. I moved back home with my family and stayed in the area, not knowing what to do next.

When I was down, at an ultimate low and ready to give up ,after an unexpected ‘let go’ from a restaurant I worked, they invited me away with them Up North on the August Long Weekend.

We spent the first three nights at Shan’s finance’s cottage, where a few other of their friends met us. On the final night there, Shan and our girlfriend were talking to me. They said not to give up, my heartache would heal, and things would get better. There’s someone else out there.

The very next day we drove to Shan’s parents’ cottage at a campground in Midland at Little Lake. Smith’s Camp was like a little village and community of cottages and caravans. Shan and her guy and their kids were enjoying their first time there as a new family. Not knowing anyone there and feeling a bit like a 5th wheel, I decided to wander.

Down by the lake, people played some ‘Bocce Ball’ game which really didn’t interest me- most games don’t where I can’t use my wild imagination. At a cottage by the game, two men and a younger guy sat at a picnic table.

“Hi. Can I hang out with you?” I said to the guys as I explained my situation. I sat at the picnic table with ‘Uncle Barry’, Bob, and a young guy named Brady. A beautiful woman several years younger than my own mother came and offered me a Rum & Coke.

A dashingly handsome guy my age walked over to the table, and introduced himself as Brendan. “Barry, Brady, Brendan – the 3 Bs” I remember saying.

The two younger guys left and I asked Uncle Barry who they were. “One’s basically my son-in-law, and the other is my nephew.”

I remember thinking I hope the one who walked over who looked like he had his own shirtless perfume ad was the nephew.

Later that evening I went by that table. I saw the handsome Adonis sitting on a rock. “Hi Brendan”.

I guess we got talking and he was Uncle Barry’s nephew, and the pretty woman with the Rum and Coke was his Mom.

Although he looked and sounded like a preppy Abercrombie Model with his life put together on a pretentious platter, turns out, he was just as confused with ‘Adulting” as I was.

We spent the night wandering the camp like teens with a bottle of rum. I remember having a great conversation and hanging out at the playground. Turned out he lived only about 45 min from me.

When we parted ways and I went to find Shan, he kept texting me and left a voicemail. The next day I tried texting and calling, but got no response. I figured I’d been ghosted.

After spending the day with Shan and her guy, I realised I lost my pink sweater. We took her parents golf cart to go look for it.

When she drove up to the cottage where the handsome guy was, I felt awkward, thinking he was avoiding me. Shockingly he seemed happy to see me back.

“I lost my phone last night” he said.

“Oh that sucks. I lost my pink sweater,” I replied.

“Oh I saw that at the playground, I didn’t know it was yours.” he said.

So Shan and I drove off and found my sweater slung over the bench and went back to her parents’ cottage. It was the Holiday Monday and we had to leave before dusk.

I thought to myself, if he lost his phone, he didn’t have my number. So I wrote down my number on a scrap piece of paper and went back and found him. (He says he still has that piece of paper).

He looked so happy and said he’d call me this week…he even borrowed a friend’s phone to message me later that evening….oh yeah and he found his beat up phone.

A few days later, we went on our first date on August 9th. Our time together has been a roller coaster, as we are both dealing with hard times and living with our families.

I went up to Smith’s Camp the next long weekend in September with my guy and met Shan and her fiancé there. The four of us has a blast the one night. They couldn’t believe how I was there without them, but because of them.

Ever since that, I’ve spent every weekend with that handsome guy from the cottage. Neither one of us really saw it going anywhere…but 5 months later and after spending Thanksgiving, my birthday, and Christmas together, it seems nothing has pulled us apart.

I’m totally myself around him. The crazy, insane, laughing fit, checkered-past, dance on the tables and talk nonsense Lala I thought no one would ever except. I’ve tested him with how much he can take, and told him every one of my secrets.

He’s kind of a hot mess himself, but I find it cute how much he looses stuff or how things just seem to not work in his favour.

We see ‘Uncle Barry’ almost every weekend and hang out in his garage around the corner from my guy’s house. I’ve become close with his parents like a second family.

Happy 5 months Brendan. Don’t you dare break up with me and make me look like a fool for writing this post.

XOXO