Hayley's Version If you know me you'll know I don't drink that much anymore, but if you know me well - you'll know that Hayley 20 drinks down is a different gal altogether. That included the night I met Tim (or God as he calls himself) at a little bar in Grahamstown called Friar Tucks - if you know you know. Going to boarding school in a tiny town that was only made up of private schools and a University, there's one thing you've got to learn when you start underage drinking and that's getting your "fake story" straight, so that when a man with a Dumbledore beard and a lot of confidence approaches you at the bar, you can ensure he'll NEVER find out that you're actually 17 and in your last year of school. I don't know if it was the long hair and questionable outfit choices that got me or the fact that his first question to me was challenging me on gender roles but somehow I was obsessed with putting the man in place, so much so I fell inlove with the guy! Of course, it doesn't "age" well when the following weekend you're walking down the street in formal uniform and said Dumbledore drives past in his VW POLO...oops...probably time to get honest? But we'll leave that story for the wedding! Tim's Version T’was a cold winter evening in a small town in the middle of nowhere. A little town close to my heart and the place I would find the person closest to my heart. It was Arts Fest in Grahamstown and I was sitting at the top bar at Friars, the second most crusty bar in good old G Town. I was facing away from the stairs when all of my friends started staring past me and jostling each other. I looked behind me and was blown away by what I would describe as my “dream girl” standing in the flesh. Needless to say I stood straight up and armed with my gorgeous long hair and curly moustache sauntered over to her. I ended up getting pretty wrecked that evening but I do remember describing her as “the smartest girl I’ve ever met” to my mate. The night progressed as most night at Friars progress, and I then caught her about to leave, panicked that I would lose this rose amongst the thorns I rushed over to her with my mates crusty half broken phone to get her number before she became “the one that got away”.