How I Fell in Love With a Homeless Man
02.02.2016 | 8:49
by Dave Cogan
There are many unbelievable love and hate stories. However, today we’ve probably got an unprecedented case when a lady fell in love with a vagabond. Literally. Own home, great compensation and a job you love: these are standard criteria that most men must meet for the most ladies to be intrigued. Well, for the most, but not for her. In any case, let’s find out what has come out of it.
I: — Hi, nice to have you here.
G: — Hello, thank’s for inviting me.
I: — So, is that true that 22 years back, you met a vagrant in a book shop and fell in love with a homeless man?
G: — Yes, it is.
I: — So, how did it happen?
G: — It happened in November 1991. I met Jason in Waterstones in Bath, where I actually lived, in a book shop. I was 25 then and worked as an underwear designer for Bentwoods in Bristol, partially supplying Marks & Spencer. I got a salary that was just about to afford me a really comfortable flat.
I: — What was he doing?
G: — I remember noticed him reading some literature on the floor of the self-help section. He was like a hippy man, you know, with long fair hair in a pony tail, wearing a beige woolly jumper. (looks dreamy)
I: — What attracted you so much?
G: — Don’t know, maybe his look. Yeah, there was a wild look about him that really caught my eye from the beginning.
I: — Who was the first to make a contact? It was you or not?
G: — No. The initiative was his. Like a true gentleman, he started talking to me about the book he was reading first and we chatted for ages after it, discovering that actually we had much in common. (looks happy)
I: — Really? How sweet. Was there anything that happened next?
G: — Oh, yes. Still, after the conversation, there was something about him that kept me hooked. It was confirmed when he walked me home like a real gentleman and hugged me goodbye. He was so polite and well mannered that I’d never say it was a homeless man.
I: — What did you feel at the moment?
G: — I felt something like an electric shock that run through whole my body the moment we embraced.
I: — Did he moved in at once?
G: — No, of course, he did not! (irritated) I had quite doubtful thoughts about seeing him ever again after that night. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and decided to go and check his car in the multistory car park a few days later.
I: — Wow, he’d got a car?
G: — Yes, he did.
I: — Did you find him?
G: — Yes, I found him in a caterpillar sleeping bag, reading in his car among a couple of other autos on the parking lot.
I: — What did you do next?
G: — Not me, but him, actually. He noticed me and invited me in. I found out that he had a job and earned a living as a window cleaner after we got to know each other, if you know what I mean. (shy)
I: — Well, I guess. Such a love story, I must say! And after that he moved in, right?
G: — It was a couple of weeks later that Jason moved into my apartment.
I: — D’you think it was a right decision?
G: — Everything happened so fast, however, I felt right and didn’t want to excuse myself for anything wrong or something, or justify the situation somehow…
I: — Of course. How did your friend react on a settled lifestyle? Did he suffer much?
G: — Unfortunately, he did. Jason got ill after moving in, having panic attacks. That meant we both had to give up working because I had to look after him. Anyway after he moved in, we started to look our mutual path and direction in life.
I: — What did you do?
G: — In 1992, we traveled to Scotland and stayed there for a while in an eco-community called Findhorn where painters thought Jason the art. We sod his works and had enough money to go to Greece. But we were back to the UK after his father became ill.
I: — Do you still travel?
G: -No. By 1996, we were finally living in a proper house again back in the UK, however, we hadn’t settled yet.
I: — What do you do now?
G: — Jason is selling a lot of arts, so we wanted to organize a gallery. When we moved to Cornwall, we bought a Mevagissey Harbour gallery. I published a poetry collection and finally had a baby after four miscarriages. We named her Limony.
I: — I’m happy for you, indeed.
G: — Thanks, me too.
I: — Thank you for the interview and I wish you all the best!
G: — Thank you, indeed.
Frankly speaking, no one expected such a turn in the story, however, it’s nice that it has a happy ending. This story proves that love can help to stand so many hardships in life of people that their life stories seem a scenario from some love story movies. Wish you all the best.
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