And I’ll admit I never really took it seriously. Not until I met P.
Yep, you read that right. P and I met on an online dating website.
I lived in London. With no time or inclination to go to bars and meet boys.
He lived in West Sussex. Also with no time or inclination to meet boys…thank goodness.
His pictures looked cute (some of them looked rather yummy in fact) and he mentioned in his bio that ‘the most embarrassing thing he was willing to share’ was that he owned a Steps album.
I swiftly emailed – ‘shakes head in disbelief’. I had no idea that those 4 words, written in the 3rd person, would get us to where we are today.
We to’ed and fro’ed, sending emails, moving onto Instant Messaging and finally after about 4 months, we swapped Facebook information. (Due to previous stalker events, I had and still have mine set to unsearchable from the search bar.)
After seeing that I was a real person, and vice versa, we decided to go on a VERY public date to the London National History Museum. Just in case, one of us was an axe-weilding circus freak and we’d managed to create a whole other Facebook existence.
I managed to hold back the crazy enough for him to ask me out again, and again, and again, until he was too invested to leave.
And we’ve been together ever since. Mental about each other, living together after 9 months of being a couple, still strong after nearly 3 years together and now engaged to be married.
Unfortunately, we are one of those sickening love stories that you don’t tend to share as people throw up in their handbags.
And it all stemmed from 4 words. Shakes head in disbelief.