- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2012
So it has been far too long since my wedding so I thought I really ought to get started on my wedding report.
I’m going to be evil and start at the very beginning and work my way through to the wedding and honeymoon.
Well… It certainly wasn’t love at first sight…
Back in 2006, when we were both 22, I met my fiancé (known here as the puppy or G) in a club through mutual acquaintances. In all honesty, I wasn’t interested at that point (although apparently he was, but probably because I was about the only single female in his age range). We chatted on MSN Messenger every now and again and bumped into one another at events but (other than one abortive attempt to meet for coffee as friends) nothing happened. In all honesty, I didn’t even consider him as a prospect as we didn’t seem to have much in common; we kissed once in September 2008 but apparently he has totally forgotten that.
It wasn’t until February 2009, three years after we first met, that something happened.
I’d had a fairly pleasant first date the Friday before and agreed to meet the same guy (we’ll call him chinless wonder or CW) again for dinner on the Tuesday for dinner. It was the worst date I had ever had. I ran about ten minutes late, and CW proceeded to berate me for it at length. The evening went downhill from there, with CW making jokes about how he could live without sex as he’d still have porn and curry. I even went as far as to arrange an emergency get-out call and made my excuses as we finished the main course… at which point he insisted that I must pay my share of the meal and escorted me to the nearest cash machine as I didn’t have any on me and the restaurant wouldn’t take cards.
So after that, I called my best friend and arranged to go with her and her partner, and another couple, on the Friday to the same club I’d first met G in. I mentioned on MSN to G that I’d be there and on the night I ended up sitting on his lap complaining about the terrible date a few nights before. I’m a terrible flirt and thought nothing of flirting with him, but by the end of the night we were kissing and a mutual friend (who had been attempting to match-make us for some time) took us aside and asked us both to a party a few weeks later.
We carried on flirting via MSN during the week and, as we were both going to the same party the following Saturday, agreed we’d go together. In all honesty, I saw him as a fling rather than a date, but on the day he drove all the way down from Perth to Edinburgh to pick me up and take me out for dinner before we went to the party. He was so sweet and attentive all night and when he held my hand on the way home I knew it could be more than just a fling.
Even from the start, he always wanted to be in contact me as much as possible. When we’re together, we’re always holding hands or in similar physical contact. We are that nauseating couple doing constant PDAs and, much though I always assumed that I’d hate it, I really love it.
We started off seeing each other every Wednesday and Sunday (as he worked Friday and Saturday nights) but two dates a week with constant MSN messaging, texts and phone conversations in between led to sneaked lunches mid-week and by summer we were looking at renting a flat together and going on holiday to Italy. Things were moving pretty quickly, but it all felt right.
My mum all but adopted him from the get go (although his parents aren’t so keen on me).
Here’s the earliest picture I can find of the two of us together about two months after we started dating (my mum was taking the picture and the boy with the crazy hair is my brother).