Allow me to introduce my soul mate. This guy teaches me lessons constantly and I truly hope that I have the same affect on him as he does on me.
Michael David Rangi Puru. I first met Mike back in 1997 when I went to work at The Edge Radio Station in Hamilton. He was the night-show host but was covering drive after the death of Butt Ugly Bob. I was taken into the studio so Mike could “show me the ropes” and sat across from him thinking, “What a cutie this Asian guy is”. (He’ll hate that.) We became friends pretty quickly through our similar upbringings and work ethic.
It’s pretty hard not to like Mike. So personable, generous, fun and genuine. I think I’ve seen Mike angry once – when his old Nissan broke down near Taupiri – and even then he was only grumpy. He’s never forgotten where he came from to this day – and I recall the moment he sealed our friendship.
The radio station moved to Auckland and I was flatting with a girl who knew a TV producer looking for a presenter for a Current Affairs/Magazine show targeting kids called ‘Flipside’. I put Mike’s name forward and it went from there. We were at work in Auckland when he got a phone call and when he hung up asked me to go outside with him. He stood in front of me and I got worried when tears welled up in his eyes. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was all right. Mike looked at me took a deep breath and went, “Tarsha – I got the job and I am so happy and proud of myself right now and I want to share this moment with you. My dreams are coming true Tarsh”. Tears welled up in my eyes and I gave him a massive hug.
We’ve never judged each other, we’ve never had a falling out, he’s seen me at my best and worst and vice versa. He held my lucky charms when I won my radio award and held my head when my heart was broken. I love him with all my heart and he teaches me something new every time I see him. I never have to pretend to be something I’m not, he is always there for me and I will always be here for him. Mike really is my soul mate and I’m not ashamed to say that yes, after one drunken night in Hamilton, I tried to force-pash him and was kindly told “it’s never happening, you’re drunk, go to your room Tarsh”.
My Father adores Mike (from my Dad, that’s a massive compliment because he hasn’t been fond of the boyfriends) and thinks we‘re a match made in heaven. Unfortunately I don’t have what is required for that to happen. A penis.
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