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We met in the classiest of places... good old Cavill Ave in Surfer's Paradise!
The surfer location was fitting considering Jeff's hair was shoulder length at the time.
From the moment Jeff approached Ashlea on the dancefloor, wearing a backwards cap with luscious surfer locks, Ashlea's first thought was obviously "this is the one". Jeff asked for a dance, Ashlea asked for a hug and from then on had immediately hit it off.
We talked for hours in this dark and dingy nightclub called Vanity (previously called The Bedroom).
From that night onwards, we joked that we were husband and wife.
We used our "kids" as an excuse to not go too long without seeing each other again.
The rest is history...