It was a Christmas party in the suburbs. Both of us invited by total fluke.
He was a gangly young guy with a patchy beard, a grass green sweater and an ear-to-ear smile.
I was on a first date. But not with him.
I arrived at the party just as he was preparing to leave it.
But he stayed.
And he left with my girlfriend’s email address.
Little did I know he’d make — and save — my life.
Lucky, lucky me.