Jet-Set to Farmette

29 Nov 2010

Foreward: Often people ask just how exactly myself and himself met, so I thought it would be handy if I put together a little series of posts laying out the low-down with as many details as can tastefully be shared. If you are not into sappy love stories, I’d give it a skip.

As you may have guessed by now, I was not e-x-a-c-t-l-y the kind of girl who dreamed of breaking away and living a grow-it-yourself-country-life complete with the strapping fella and the charming beat-up Land Rover. In fact, I had never even been on a real working farm in my life and outside of “roughing it” in a rustic cabin with friends for a weekend, I wasn’t much for spending time outside of the city. Five years later, I have developed a true fondness for country living and all things farm. But the truth is, when I fell in love and made the decision to move to Ireland and marry my farmer, I hadn’t a clue what I was in for and just how different life would become….(insert Green Acres theme here)

I met my dashing farmer {MDF} when he was visiting the United States one particularly freezing week in February. It was his second visit this Twin City in the American Midwest. He had come to visit a childhood mate who had moved to the USA after secondary school. On the evening we were introduced, I hadn’t wanted to go out, but I was persuaded by a girlfriend who was desperate for a fun night after a long week at work. I wasn’t feeling the best that day, so I prettied myself up as nice as I could and got on with it, as you do.

We were having cocktails with some others at a stylish downtown lounge when my farmer breezed past our group, turned his head and shot us a smile. As he was waiting for his drink order from the bar, my friend starting chatting with him. He was handsome and by the lilt in his voice, I noted that he was clearly not from the USA though I couldn’t quite place his accent. With sandy hair, light complexion and high cheekbones I passed him off for Scandinavian, as a good majority of the population in the area are descended from that gorgeous part of the world.

As the night unfolded, our two little groups became one and we all moved to another place to see some live music.  MDF* had overheard in conversation that I loved champagne and secretly ordered a fabulous bottle to share when we arrived. I was impressed. As the others trailed off in conversation and dance, we found ourselves at the table alone and began to get to know one another. He revealed that he lived on an 18th Century farm in the Irish countryside {not Norwegian as I had suspected}, had a degree in philosophy {Wowsers. Kant, Hobbes, Plato were impossible for me to get my head around in my studies } and his star sign was Aquarius {as is mine}. I warmed to him. Though I occasionally found it hard to understand his thick Irish brogue, he had no shortage of charming and funny stories, which kept me in stitches all evening long.

At the end of the night, he said he would only be in town for a few more days and asked if I would join him for dinner the following evening. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed, and he told me to choose my favorite place. We exchanged phone numbers and went our separate ways.

Early the next morning he texted me to say he was looking forward to our dinner. I was still not sure if I really wanted to go, I just wasn’t keen on romance at the time. Happily busy with a creative career that kept me working and traveling globally, I had convinced myself that I had no time or energy to put into developing a rewarding relationship. Still, he was awfully handsome and really quite charismatic, so despite my hang–ups, I agreed on the stipulation that my bubbly Aussie friend and her lovely husband would join us. After all, a girl can never be too careful, right?

We met at a lovely new restaurant that had been getting rave reviews. When I first saw him all refreshed, pressed and dressed, I confess to feeling a tinge of excitement in my tummy. I introduced him to my friends and the conversation flowed all night long. The food was outstanding and we were having a brilliant time. I will never forget the perma-grin that I was sporting from ear to ear all night. At the end of the meal, MDF excused himself and discreetly paid the entire bill. Totally unnecessary, but clearly chivalry was not dead to him, and I very much respected that. Later that evening he privately told me it was his birthday. I marveled at his modesty, as such information would have certainly been divulged during dinner had it been me.

He was planning to return to Ireland on Valentine’s Day and inquired, “so, tell me, who is going to be your sweetheart this year?” I demurely replied, “why, my dad, of course”.  When I arrived at my office on the morning of his departure, I was greeted with an enormous bouquet of beautiful flowers and a card that read, “Well, you’re my Valentine”.

I swooned.

End of Part One

Slan Abhaile,


*My Dashing Farmer

Photo courtesy of Farmette

Tags: , , , , , , ,

· · · ◊ ◊ ◊ · · ·

30 Responses to “Jet-Set to Farmette”

  1. […] know the how. The where. The who. I would like to share the why behind this blog. It’s time. I’m […]

  2. I read this last night to my young man and we are now on tenterhooks for the next installment. It’s better than any novel 🙂

  3. Jacinta says:

    What a lovely story! As an Irish woman who had the reverse experience—falling for a smiling and handsome American man (haha! also in a bar), and going from rural Ireland to New York City—I was sporting a cheshire grin for you, and for all women who love a good love story, as I read this. Thanks for the warm fuzzy feelings this cold New York morning!

  4. retro sweets says:

    Such a wonderful story Imen. I feel like a teenager again. it’s been 3 days and I’m still looking forward for the continuation.

  5. Chris says:

    Anticipation!!! Cant wait for the rest.

  6. Clare says:

    The beginnings of a beautiful romance – love it!! You two are great together and it’s wonderful to read how it all began. Looking forward to Part II!

    • imen says:

      Clare, thank you so much…well, you’ve certainly seen us in various “lights”…tee hee. More to come (as you know) x

  7. Sheila Kiely says:

    What a lovely read. More please….

    • imen says:

      Thank you Sheila, I figured it was about time I came out with it =) Glad you enjoyed..stay tuned for more x

  8. MissChicago says:

    romantic, feel good, meet-cute!

  9. Aw, very sweet. I love a good romance. Can’t wait to read more. x

  10. TheGlutton says:

    Can’t wait for the next instalment Imen! I love to hear how couples meet too – so romantic and such an exciting time.

    • imen says:

      It’s always so exciting in the beginning isn’t it? Have to say, there is still no shortage of excitement round here…just in a little different way =) x

  11. Kerry says:

    Love it! When’s the next part? (I too moved countries for love, so am excited to read your story 🙂

    • imen says:

      Would love to hear your story Kerry! Will be updating with another piece soon =) Thanks for your comment. xx

  12. What a lovely story! I’m looking forward the the next installment. (I met my husband by wrapping him in toilet paper!)

  13. Anonymous says:

    Wow your blog/story is very similar to The Pioneer Womans have you read her love story? or seen her blog?

    • imen says:

      Thanks…yes, I discovered The Pioneer Woman after starting my blog, we do have a very similar story! Being married to a farmer in Ireland is very different to her experience, I’d say, would love to meet her one day and have a chat about it! xx

  14. Cindy Doe says:

    It was fate! I knew it had to be. I’ve always wondered how you met. Thank you for sharing with us.

  15. nessa robins says:

    What a beautiful romantic introduction! I’m always intrigued to find out how couples first met. Looking forward to reading the rest of the tale. Nessa.

    • imen says:

      Ta Nessa, I was hoping it would be of interest…now when someone asks I can tell them to go to the blog =) xx

  16. Kristin says:

    I’ve got goosebumps reading this! SO romantic. xx

· · · ◊ ◊ ◊ · · ·

Leave a Reply

Saveur Sites We Love
Recent Posts