We had been dating mere weeks when Lunchbox had to go to Sydney for a band thing about 12 years ago. He packed his bags (it was probably like, one Cannibal Corpse shirt and a six pack of rum cans), and off he flew.
A couple of hours later, a message came through on my phone: “your landing gear is down”.
I thought it was hilarious that instead of a useful but admittedly boring message like “I’ve landed”, he sent me an aviation-themed Wayne’s World quote. It was among the first of many movie dialogue interactions over the years (I’ve never been able to reply in the affirmative to any written request without also adding “roger that, Milli Vanilli Chilly Willy”), expanding to include any and every quote from Wayne’s World 1 and 2 to denote a safe arrival at distant airports, and I knew at that moment for real I’d found the right guy.
He told me later he was with friends when he sent me a text over that weekend, and said to them if I replied correctly, I was someone to get serious about. His text contained only the words “Did you stop?”, and my answer was a swift: “No, I just drove by”. I believe there followed several high fives. It’s probably why we’re married now.
Just yesterday he set off for Tasmania for a week, and about 10am came this:
Still the right guy, after all this time.
My husband, I mean. Not Wayne. Or Anthony, for that matter.
Ok I’m going to stop looking at that stomach now. Bye.