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HAPPY ENDINGS

Serendipity is key, from a bus-ride meeting to being stranded by 9/11

KARIN MARLEY February 14 2005
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HAPPY ENDINGS

Serendipity is key, from a bus-ride meeting to being stranded by 9/11

KARIN MARLEY February 14 2005

HAPPY ENDINGS

Serendipity is key, from a bus-ride meeting to being stranded by 9/11

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CHEVON GAEL, 45, ROMANCE WRITER MEJ HER COMMON-LAW SPOUSE, GERALD, 48, RCMP OFFICER, IN MARCH 1998, BRADFORD, ONT.

I was writing my second book, which featured an undercover police officer and guns. I didn’t know who to ask, so I went to all kinds of chat rooms and posted questions like ‘How would I go about buying a gun without it being traced?’ ‘How would I hire a hitman?’ Gerald emailed saying he was a police officer, and really wanted to know why I’d posted this. We met at a Kelsey’s. I brought out my tape recorder, and he said, “This is for real, isn’t it?” I couldn’t tell whether he had thought it was going to be casual, or whether I was serious about hiring a hitman. We had dinner, and he answered my questions. I figured that would be the end of it. I had just come out of a divorce-1 was still paying off the lawyers-and didn’t need another man. All I wanted was information. But he kept emailing me, asking when we’d go out again. I finally agreed to meet him again, and now it’s everything I ever read or wrote about.

LORI RAFUSE, 26, DESIGN CONSULTANT, MET BOYFRIEND IAN HEROLD, 28, CUSTOMER RELATIONS SPECIALIST, ON HER BIRTHDAY IN FEBRUARY 2003, TORONTO

I was on my way to work on the bus. As we were getting off, Ian raced in front of me. He started going on and on, saying that he’d had this crush on me for nine months and he’d written this song for me called The Girl on the Bus, which he’d posted on the Internet. I told him he was frightening, but that I’d listen to it.

I did later that day and really liked it and thought, ‘He’s probibly quite harmless.’ It’s a little ska song-he played all the parts and it sounds funny because you can tell it’s a dorky little home recording. We met up the following weekend and have been inseparable ever since.

DEBBIE HARKSEN, 34,

COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER,

MET HUSBAND JOEL REGENSTREIF, 35,

îNGINEER, IN JANUARY 2000,

'DMONTON

whole bunch of Edmonton Hash House Harriers came to Saskatoon, where I was living. A hashing group is a ‘drinking club with a running problem’the runners follow a trail made of dollops of flour, which leads to a refreshment stop, usually with beer. I wasn’t involved with hashing then, but I was the owner of a running store, so they approached me on getting the inaugural Saskatoon run together. That’s when we met. Joel organized runs in Edmonton, and I organized the Saskatoon ones. That’s what ultimately brought us together. We had a midnight hash at our wedding.

KARAN ULRICH, 36,

DIRECTOR OF CUSTOMER

SERVICE, MET FIANCÉ BRAD WOOD, 35, AIR CARGO OPERATOR, IN MARCH 2003, MONCTON, N.B.

I’d seen ads on TV for Ski-Doos and thought it looked like fun. So I bought one. For a couple of weeks, I thought, ‘What did I do?’ But I didn’t give up—on a chat site I noticed this snowmobiler who’s online name was Moose. I emailed and he offered to show me the ropes. I knew right away when we met that he was the one. He had a souped-up Ski-Doo, and was real cute, and didn’t make fun of me because I didn’t know how to start my sled. Brad kept emailing and asking me about my Ski-Doo, and I said, ‘Do you want to not talk about Ski-Doos and maybe go to a movie?’ j We’re going to have a hand-blown glass SkiDoo cake topper for our wedding.

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VICKY WAYLAND,

29, MET HUSBAND

MARK, 31, BOTH FINANCE CONSULTANTS,

IN SEPTEMBER 2001 NEW YORK CITY

We were working for the same company in Toronto, but had never really talked. The Friday before Sept. 11th, we had to go down to see a client in Nashville. Then 9/11 happened, so we were stranded. Mark’s birthday is Sept. 13 and mine is the 15th, so we were trying to make the best of the situation. We were sitting in the hotel lobby watching the coverage, and basically hit it off right there. On Mark’s birthday, we had a nice dinner and went out to a country-andwestern bar. In the taxicab on the way back, Mark grabbed my hand. That was like, oh my God, the moment that we realized that this was deeper. We drove to Memphis for my birthday. We sat on a patio, and there were Elvis impersonators on the street. It’s been unbelievable since. Our first child is due

next month.

KARIN MARLEY