Everyone seems to be fascinated with how Marco and I met as many have submitted this question!
First off, we are talking 20 years ago!! This is before smart phones and dating apps – ya know, when people used to talk😂. I was living in Toronto and decided to make a trip to London, Ontario for a night out with friends. It was me, my best friend and my ex, haha. We just wanted to go out and party and have a good time. I’m pretty sure it was the only gay bar in town (it no longer exists), and so we were dancing away to tunes from DaRude and Christina Aguilera. Then all of a sudden I saw this young man sitting alone at a bar facing the dance floor. I told my friend, ‘Check him out, so cute!’. Of course my friend told me to go talk to him. And of course, I was too scared to approach him. Then my friend told that if I didn’t go talk to him – then he would! With that, I said fine. But only after I went to the restroom, haha.
On my return back, I wondered what I was going to say to him. My brain wouldn’t function so I just went straight for it, “Why aren’t you on the dance floor”, I asked. His answer (and everything about that night including the 60 year old bartender’s face, the drinks we had and songs we danced to), I remember. “Because nobody asked me to dance.”
Well with that, I invited him to come and join my friends and I on the dance floor. We danced all night and hit it off. I learned that he had just moved to Canada only days prior and was staying in a hotel. The next day he would be moving into an apartment. Being the gentleman and ‘cool guy’ I am haha, I offered to help him move since I had my mom’s MINI-VAN for the weekend lol. He accepted and after a great night, I dropped him back at his hotel.
The next morning, there I was curb side waiting for Marco at 10am as promised. He on the other hand, did NOT show up. I waited until 10:30am and nothing. I finally walked into the hotel and asked if they could buzz Marco, but then realized I didn’t know his last name. Luckily at that moment, the elevator doors opened and out he came. He was shocked I was there because he didn’t think I would actually show up! I’m a man of my word and I was on time. And in true Marco fashion, he was late! Haha.
Long story short, I helped him move into his apartment and we started our relationship. Turned out I was about to move near him in a neighboring city that following week to live with my sister to save money to travel across Europe, so we were able to see other more often. He was just there working as part of his university credit in Paris, France for a year.
So after dating for 6 months, I then traveled and toured Europe for 6 months (long distance relationships are hard, but we’re proof they can work!), and finally we both flew into Paris on the same day. He studied there for a further couple years and I stayed and worked as a bartender, a nanny and eventually running a bar.
And I suppose the rest is history…or history in the making. Marco is not a gambler at all, but he does join me on many occasions in the casinos. Here’s one of our earliest videos together playing a game (and theme) he loves: return of the Sphinx!
Line it up,