A very long and lovely story

This post from Siobhan is the perfect commute companion – it’s long (Siobhan’s submission email was headed ‘My VERY long story’), it has lots of super cute pictures and it is tug-on-your-heartstrings LOVELY. It’s a good old-fashioned boy meets girl tale, but with transatlantic distances, a cult and a bet involving a kitten.

What more do you need?

I’ve already written on these peachy pages about how 2008 changed my life, and the key way that happened was because I met my now husband, but things were messy and complicated and it was not that simple.

I started 2008 in a relationship that had run its course.   As in I avoided being in the photos at his sister’s wedding the year before and no one asked me to get in them.  As in I booked tickets for Secret Garden Party in January 2008 and was not sure if I should get him one as I was not sure we’d be together by then (spoiler: we weren’t).  This was a relationship that was over, but as both of us had bought the idea relationships are hard work we kept working at it. 

In the midst of this I asked for a ban from the Joinee Forum for April so I would not bleat on in vague attention seeking terms about how my life was simultaneously great and awful.  In the middle of my ban a guy called Matthew from Dundee joined the forum and was funny and loved film and Formula One and music.  I read his posts and thought he sounded cool so I did something I’d never done before; I sent him a private message out of the blue to tell him he was cool.  I had no idea what he looked like and no interest (yet) in what he might look like, I just thought I’d found someone cool to talk music with. 

So we emailed every couple of weeks and then every couple of days and then at the end of May there was Loverpool.  I went as I needed a break from my life, and Matthew went for the same reason.  No one had met him in real life at this point but my darling friend Lou promised the wonderful Kieran that if Matthew came stay with him and turned out to be an axe murderer she would buy him a kitten.  In the run up to Loverpool, I became obsessed with how this Matthew guy might look and worried he might think the messages I sent him were flirty and get the wrong idea.  I still had no idea I was interested in him.  When we met I think I spoke at him for thirty minutes straight.  I thought he was very handsome and reckoned he would be snapped up soon.  I thought nothing more of it than that though.  He had a girl he liked and I had a boyfriend.  We swapped email addresses and facebook details so we could talk more.  I don’t know when we started emailing every day, but one day I stopped for a week as a big change had happened.  After a My Bloody Valentine gig I broke up with my boyfriend.  One of my colleagues thought it was because of the gig. 

Before the chaos really hit, my friend Claire got me to stay with her for the weekend.  She reckoned I’d get a new boyfriend soon (my response was “Well, duh. I’m great”) and I said I knew no one suitable.  She mentioned “that Matt guy” and how we’d be the music geekiest couple ever and sent me off on my train back to London. 

Life became a bit more complicated.  I moved out as I called time on the relationship which meant moving in with a friend in the studio flat he was flat-sitting.  At one point there were four of us living in that studio flat.   It was a little bit claustrophobic. 

I emailed “that Matt guy” and explained my absence.  He told me getting back out there after five years would not be scary and that there was sure to be a queue of guys lining up to date me.  Somehow we started emailing twice a day.  I was running a series of regional conferences around this time, which gave me moments of freedom from the cramped living space, as I got to stay in hotel rooms by myself.  In a Holiday Inn in Northumberland I got up the guts to ask for his phone number.  He messaged me it at which point my phone battery died.  I scoured Newcastle to get a phone charger before I went home and charged my phone on the train.  At this point I started to accept I might like him.

We phoned and texted.  I texted every day from Secret Garden Party (which I did attend with my ex, it was awkward).  We emailed about what we would want from a relationship following a thread on the Joinee Forum about relationships.  We wanted remarkably similar things. I figured if we had chemistry then this was it.  This was the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.  I was terrified.

As I was a bit lost it was decided I had to go to Joinverness in August as the scenery would be good for my soul (and it was STUNNING).  Matthew had a twin room and after sharing a sofa bed that sounded like a nice treat.  I got to share a car ride to Inverness with my friend Jane and find out about her amazing life.  We arrived at 10pm and met everyone at the pub, where they had been drinking since 1pm.  I was hideously nervous so had three pints to catch up.  Outside Inverness castle, a little tipsy, I told Matthew that I only wanted a queue of guys lining up to date me if he was at the front, or even better the only guy in the queue.  He then waited 15 MINUTES to kiss me as he believes in amazing first kisses.  I’m a little more impatient but now concede that it was worth making time to remember a last ever first kiss.

I wanted LABELS and DEFINITIONS.  He wanted to see how it would go.  My friend Jane agreed.  So I tried to just relax and see what happened. What happened was not something I was expecting.  When we first met he was considering spending a year in Korea.  So when I found out he was permanently emigrating to Canada and had to be living there by December it came as a bit of a shock. When we found out his Dad (who already lived there) had booked tickets to go two days after he had arranged to come stay with me in London for the weekend, it was even more of a shock.  We said we’d continue to see how it went.  He came to stay.  We said “I love you” for the first time in my living room as Jeff Buckley played on the radio.  I cried.

He moved to Canada.  He sent me all his Jeff Buckley and Elliot Smith CDs.  Bereft is the word.

We continued to say we’d see “how it goes” but over the phone just before he left we’d decided we were boyfriend and girlfriend.  We said we loved each other again.  I knew I was going to marry him.  I was planning on living abroad for a year in Australia, New Zealand or Canada, but I did not want to make my life revolve around him.  I booked flights to Canada to visit, got a Skype phone and we called and spoke and emailed whenever we could.  The recession was making it hard for him to find work in Canada.  I was due to be made redundant.  We agreed we’d find a way to make it work.

We had two glorious weeks together in January 2009.  Travelling to see him in Canada felt like going home. Before Joinverness Matthew asked me where my favourite place was and on that flight I realised it was wherever he was. Any doubts that had crept in went. This was the man I was going to marry. But being apart after two inseparable weeks became unbearable.  I’d ended up in the scenario I did not want.  I was grieving a 5 year break up and missing Matthew so much it caused me physical pain.  It can truly ache to be separated from the person you love.  We talked about how we missed each other but so many people don’t meet someone they feel like that about so we were lucky really even if it did not feel like it.  I completed paperwork to move to Canada but the economy there was really struggling.  So he decided to come here and as soon as possible as his savings were running out. He arrived in May just under a year after we first met.

We went from never living in the same country to living in the same (shared) flat.  It worked.  We did food shopping together and found that to be incredibly thrilling.  He struggled to find work, we had no money but eventually he found a job and we still had no money.  We moved to our first proper tiny house together.  We lived mostly on potatoes and we built a life together. He was there when my Dad had a heart attack and the ensuing major heart surgery.   He was there when my job became subject to consultation. We were grateful for every second we could be together even when we struggled and things were so hard we had no idea if there was a way through.  We just kept telling each other we were lucky because we’d found the person we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with.  I was still desperate for LABELS and DEFINITIONS but he told me that he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life and I just had to trust him.  It took everything I had but I did.

We eventually saved enough money to go on a holiday together and went to Barcelona.  On our first day he was determined to go to La Sagrada Familia and I was sunburned with sunstroke and determined to go back to our hotel to eat tapas, drink beer and watch the Barcelona match on the big screen.  We went back to the hotel.  We got drunk as the barman liked us and gave us extra beer and was generous with the gin and tonic.  We talked about stuff we’d never spoken about before.  As we walked into the room I said how everyone I met always liked him and that I liked him too.  He asked me if I liked him enough to become his wife and then went down on one knee.  It turns out he had planned to propose in the cathedral.  I prefer the way it happened.  Last summer we were married and it was a magical day. 

We will always be grateful for being able to just *be* together.   Sometimes I say to him “I can’t believe you were so insistent we just see how it goes”. He always replies “Well, see how it went?” and I can’t deny that it has gone very well.  I can’t wait to see how it goes next.

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  1. Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:00 am | Permalink

    Aww Siobhan, what an amazing love story!

    I am so pleased you both found each other, you sound so matched its unreal. Here’s to many more lets see how it goes! Xx

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 11:52 am | Permalink

      Thank you! I am so pleased we found each other too! We’re matched but not, but I think when any story deviates into the messy bits you can see how different we all are.

  2. Becca
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:03 am | Permalink

    Oh sob.

    Just what I needed.

  3. Chirsty
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:07 am | Permalink

    Siobhan, I’ve been waiting for this ever since you gave me the brief outline in a chat at AOHen. The full story does not disappoint! How truly uplifting. And the photos:Oh, All.The.Love!
    What you have sounds super special. Thanks so much for sharing. X

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 6:00 pm | Permalink

      Thank you – the photo of us in cold weather gear in Banff is one which my darling friend Lou (who is so entwined in this story I can’t even begin to explain) captioned “The happiness – it burns!” and I like that. Being reunited was so very happy and I think it made me appreciate what I have (most of the time).

  4. Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:45 am | Permalink

    this story is so lovely and the pictures are adorable. I’m so impressed you stuck at it and just knew all along he was the one. ALSO if only I’d known you in 2008- my best friend and I were rampaging through the SGP that year, we would have rescued you!


    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 11:54 am | Permalink

      I don’t think I had a choice in sticking at it. I was terrified but it was just true that he was right for me and that was a truth that could not be ignored.

      I wish I’d known you too. I ended up on a chair half way up the wall in a wooden box crying while upstairs people were singing a cockney version of Can’t Get You Out of my Head. I think I then checked my emotional baggage at an emotional baggage claim stand.

      There were good times too like the paint fight and dancing. It was a very, VERY odd time! x

  5. Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:01 am | Permalink

    Awwwwww! That is gorgeous and lovely and not at all too long. I’d like more actually. xxx

  6. Zan
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:04 am | Permalink

    Just wonderful. A truely lovely story! x

  7. Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:22 am | Permalink

    This was a lovely way to start a Wednesday. It wasn’t too long at all! Thank you for sharing it with us. I love the way you hung on there, even though it was the more difficult decision at the time.

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 12:01 pm | Permalink

      Being with someone and being completely honest and true and open was the hardest part. Once that was done the rest just flowed from it. But alllowing myself to be hurt and vulnerable was the most difficult bit. The rest was just holding on.

      • Posted May 8, 2013 at 2:20 pm | Permalink

        When Corey and I decided to do long distance while we studied abroad for a year, so many people told us long distance doesn’t work. So stories like this make me very happy. When you know, you know, and you do all you can to hold on to it.

  8. Fee
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:28 am | Permalink

    This is such a great story and so wonderfully written – I am in pieces!

    Also, what you say about asking for a ban on the forum ‘…so I would not bleat on in vague attention seeking terms about how my life was simultaneously great and awful’ – wisest thing ever.

    So glad everything worked out so fantastically xxx

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 11:56 am | Permalink

      I have to stop myself doing it on facebook and twitter and my own blog. It is so tempting! Also I think I did it on my own blog at the time (the shame of reading those posts now – ick).

      Thank you!

  9. Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:32 am | Permalink

    Aw Siobhan, it’s just lovely.
    And he is very handsome, and you are beautiful. Perfect match!
    You are very brave to just go for it, to go to all these meet ups of weirdos you met on the internet (ha) and fly to Canada for him. That is some conviction right there. Inspiring and lovely :) xxx

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 11:58 am | Permalink

      Like I said before I didn’t really have choice. One of the other joinees when all this was happening said “When you know you know” and yet another, who I had barely spoken to before or since, gave me some wonderful advice. And then further from all that one of my oldest friends said “sometimes things happen not in the order or way you want them to, or planned to, but you have to stop thinking about the plan and take the opportunities when they come”. She is super wise. He brand new baby girl is very lucky to have her as a mother.

  10. Posted May 8, 2013 at 10:34 am | Permalink

    I love this post! I would like to read everyones ‘how we got together’ stories now please.

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 11:58 am | Permalink

      Me too!

      • Posted May 8, 2013 at 12:59 pm | Permalink

        I’ll do mine!

        Met at school.
        Got to know each other through doing http://www.rockchallenge.co.uk/ – he was 16, I was 13.
        Smiled at each other in school corridoors from thereonin.
        When I was 16 we used to walk our dogs on the same route but in opposite directions to try and bump in to each other.
        He went off to University and I started going out with the first guy who pursued me. (BIG MISTAKE)
        We would go for ‘friendly drinks’ in the holidays. We would always kiss on the cheek goodnight.
        I stopped hearing from him about halfway through my first year at Uni. I was very sad. Had to pretend otherwise due to still going out with (*cough* engaged to) the other guy (for reasons known only to clinical psychologists (or more neatly summed up as a combination on coersion, societal pressure and low self esteem) as he was such a massive twat).
        First Sunday of the summer holidays I woke up to some texts on my phone saying he was sorry he’d not been in touch, it was just because it was too hard for him to be my friend because he loved me. (I later found out he’d been very drunk when he sent those and had just woken up from going to sleep under a pile of coats in the corner of a stripclub his friends had gone to for one of their birthdays – nice).
        I replied. We went for a drink that night.
        I dumped the douchebag.
        Pretended for a little while that we were just friends with benefits but accidentally blurted out that I loved him a couple of weeks later whilst drunk and dressed as Kylie (spinning around hotpants outfit).
        I was 19.
        After I finished Uni and he’d done his masters we moved to London.
        TEN YEARS later he proposed.
        We get married a week on Saturday.
        Yes, I’m crying, at work, what of it.

        • Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:05 pm | Permalink

          aw Amy!

          Ok. In 2007 we moved into student halls at uni. He was my next door neighbour.
          One night he got drunk and depressed and after I stopped him doing something stupid, he told me he’d never have a nice girlfriend. I told him not to be silly and that there was a nice girl out there for him who would love to date him.
          Obviously I was talking about me.
          Two weeks later he realised I was talking about me after I made him a birthday cake and took him out for dinner. 6 years later he proposed!
          C’est la vie. xxxx

        • Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:08 pm | Permalink

          Here’s mine.
          Met him at a friends birthday drinks, flirted all night and then at the end of the evening he asked me if I would go outside with him “for a bit of a kiss” I said no. (It was January, it was cold!) We became friends on Facebook and messaged alot but it took him 2 weeks to ask me out because he thought I wasn’t interested. Our first date was the day before valentines day. I got very drunk because I was nervous. There was lots of kissing.
          We have now been married for 8 months.

          Not much too it. Actually my favourite bit is the fact we both went to the same friends birthday drinks the year before and didn’t speak/don’t remember seeing each other despite standing very close to each other in some pictures!

          • Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:12 pm | Permalink

            YAY for lovely stories.
            Caroline that’s very Sliding Doorsy!

        • Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:18 pm | Permalink

          Amy, you are too wonderful, I love you. You guys always seems like the most brilliant couple.


          We met online, on the Empire Film Forums, he was a flirt, he flirted with quite a few girls (although I later found out only because he was too scared to flirt in real life); I always refused to flirt back. I made myself deliberately avoid the flirtation because I somehow couldn’t bear just being one of many girls he was flirtatious with. In hindsight, that was my first clue. He started dating another girl from the forum, and when I found out it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, I physically shook. In hindsight, that was my second clue.
          Throughout this, we were becoming strictly plantonic friends, we lent each other books and met up and chatted and he was lovely. Then he broke up with his girlfriend, left to go to Australia for 16 months, and we kept in touch. I suddenly realised how I felt about him. We text each other everyday, my phon bills skyrocketed, he failed to get my subtle hints, so in the end I told him he could feel me up anytime. From then on, it was inevitable.

          11 months later, he got home, it’s now 5 and a half years on, and in less than a month we’ll have our first wedding anniversary.

          K x

          • Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

            Oh, all the other lovely stories too! So cute! :-D

            K x

          • Posted May 8, 2013 at 2:08 pm | Permalink

            “I told him he could feel me up anytime” < BRILLIANT KL!!!

        • Posted May 8, 2013 at 3:03 pm | Permalink

          Aww, I love all these stories! This is ours:

          We met online via Match.com in 2009. I picked him out of an email because his picture had nice colours in it and his job sounded interesting. Our first date was the same weekend I moved to a new flat with my lovely flatmate of the time. We had coffee at the Tate Modern and, after nearly 3 hours talking, wandered around the gallery laughing at the awfulness of some of the exhibits. We got kicked out at closing time. He had bought me a polar bear keyring as my birthday was coming up and my profile said I wanted a pet polar bear.

          The first time he came to my house we went to a fab Indian restaurant in south London. He later told me his parents told him off for taking me for a curry. It had actually been my idea.

          I moved in with him after a year, and promptly moved back out 6 months later to start a job in Canary Wharf. 6 months after that I got seconded to Paris for another 6 months. We spent a lot of money on Eurostar fares; every Friday was wonderful and every Sunday I cried. We got through the last 3 months of my secondment by planning our engagement, and we got engaged ‘properly’ in a park in Paris – it was -8 and so icy.

          We came back from Paris and I moved back in with him – we spent a year getting up at 6am and getting home at 9pm as I had such a long commute. He left work early the day I found out I wasn’t staying at the firm and we went back to the Tate Modern for hot chocolate.

          We’re getting married this Saturday. I wish I’d met him years ago.

          • Gemma N
            Posted May 8, 2013 at 4:43 pm | Permalink

            yay for all the lovely stories. AND two weddings in the next two weeks. Eeeek – exciting stuff. Congratulations!

            Mine is quite similar to Amy’s actually. The short version…
            We met when we were 16 at sixth form. I had a boyfriend, who I wasn’t that keen on but was the first boy to show any interest in me. Took me 2 years to work out that I really didn’t see it going anywhere with this boyfriend and finished with him. Had already realised I probably liked M but was a bit scared to do anything about it, and went off to uni.
            Stayed friends with M and usually ended up phoning him drunk at the end of nights out. Eventually at end of first year I visited him, we had a drunken kiss, and both admitted how we felt. Seven years later (including a year when I lived abroad) we got married.
            And to finish the story off… five years after that and we’re expanding our little family.. baby N is due November :)

          • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:52 pm | Permalink

            Oh this just made me cry – what beautiful stories!

            Frances – that sounds amazing – any first date where they need to kick you out shows you have a connection surely – and the icy engagement sounds amazing! I hope your wedding day is magic x

            Gemma – so exciting to hear your story and your news too! Eee! x

        • Amanda M
          Posted May 8, 2013 at 6:55 pm | Permalink


  11. Fran M
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 10:46 am | Permalink

    Brief tear in the eyes in the office moment, there… I love hearing about how other people got together – this is definitely not too long! I think my getting-together story is in comparison a bit dull…but maybe it’s recognising the pull of love that eventually brings people together into a relationship is the miraculous thing, no matter whether it happens in an office in the Midlands – or across countries. More like this please!

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 11:59 am | Permalink

      I don’t think I’d find it dull. Love is amazing and finding it is such a blessing!

  12. Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:03 pm | Permalink

    Oh, SO lovely, so glad you did write this Siobhan! I completely know what you mean when you say you didn’t have any choice but to stick it out, I waited 11 moths for G to come home from Australia and be with me, and for the life of me I don’t know how, I just didn’t really have any option; not waiting would have been so much worse. Inconceivable, really.

    This has made me feel all warm and fuzzy and lovely this lunchtime, an your wedding photos are amazing. So much happiness.

    K x

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:18 pm | Permalink

      I think that is why your story resonated with me so much. Not making it work was impossible, so we just had to make it work. xx

  13. Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:24 pm | Permalink

    What a great story Siobhan! I met my hubby through friends and knew very soon that he was different from other people I’d met. He went to Oz/NZ for 5 months after we’d only been together for 3 months (already booked when I met him) and we said it would be silly to stay together while he was away. So we didn’t, but we emailed and texted and phoned, and as soon as he came home it was like he had never left.
    I still get upset when I think about the time he was away as it made me really depressed, because I knew that he was the right one for me. But he came back!

  14. Claire
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:28 pm | Permalink

    Oh, there were damp eyes this morning before work and now there are more with everyone’s lovely stories. (Mine is quite mundane – met via guardian soulmates, for some reason gave him the biggest hug ever when we met, went for a drink, had a warm fuzzy feeling at the end of the first night, kissed him then ran off for my train…and three years later I’m living with him.)

    I love getting together stories – thanks so much Siobhan, this is lovely x

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:49 pm | Permalink

      Yours is not mundane at all! It is lovely!

    • Claire
      Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:50 pm | Permalink

      Tragically it was clapham junction, possibly the MOST unromantic train station ever. But he did buy me a steam train ride as part of my 30th present, which we are yet to do, so when it happens, I’ll try and snog him in an overly romantic way amid the steam just for you Becci! x

  15. Posted May 8, 2013 at 1:53 pm | Permalink

    I am loving the way this post is going, so nice to hear how others have met too. Real life love stories! Thanks Siobhan for posting the orginial.

    Here’s mine: Met in 1999 in a pub, had a brief kiss, he told me he had a girlfriend, I told him he was a douche (or words to that effect) and I didn’t see him again until another night in another pub (small Island, not much to do) where I bumped into him again and was again attracted to him, again a kiss, again a girlfriend, again a few words for me, though this time he listened. We swapped numbers and texted all over Christmas and New Year and early in the New Year he told me that he knew he wanted to be with me and he had left his girlfriend and the rest is history! Eventually after 10 years of him telling me he knew I was the one, he proposed at the Grand Canyon (totally worth the wait) and we married in Spain 18 months ago.
    He is my rock xx

  16. Posted May 8, 2013 at 3:08 pm | Permalink

    Aww, this is so lovely – I have All The Tears reading all the stories but especially yours Siobhan. I’m so glad it all worked out in the end, I think when you know it’s right you’ll do anything for it to work because you know it’s supposed to.

    I’ve put my story further up the thread. The match.com adverts make me smile every time.

  17. Posted May 8, 2013 at 3:30 pm | Permalink

    I so love getting together stories. None of them are boring to me and I love watching people’s faces when they tell them. Every one always goes all misty eyed. It such a massive reminder how much you love your other half when you remember the butterflies you got when you first got together. Well it is for me anyway.
    Great post Siobhan! Xxx

  18. Gemma N
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 4:14 pm | Permalink

    Lovely story. I like the ‘let’s see how it goes’ thing. Me and my husband are the other way round like that, he wants everything planned, I just prefer to see how life goes, I think it always works itself out! :)

    Loving everyone’s how we met stories too!

  19. Leni
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 4:22 pm | Permalink

    Siobhan, this was a fab post and has started such a lovely set of comments!
    I love love love getting a little teary at the end of a long day reading all the lovely tales of love (that is alot of love for one sentence)! Thankyou for sharing ladies.

    We met at a festival the summer after I finished Uni through a mutual friend. A fortune teller at the festival told me I needed to “re-evaluate my choice in men” – she wasn’t wrong. During uniI had had a string of short lived relationships and flings with unsuitable people as I lacked massive amounts of self esteem and latched on to anyone who remotely wanted to give me any attention.
    So N was not “my type” but, after listening to the fortune teller, we sat and talked around the camp fire for hours and hours then the next day, after quite alot of alcohol, had a pretty major snogging session in a tent. I had not washed for 5 days at this point so wouldn’t let him touch my hair.
    I went home for the rest of the summer but we text every day.
    In September I started my masters an hour and a half or so from where he lived and he came down every Wednesday evening to watch Lost with me and then drove home again. We spent every weekend together and I hated him leaving on Sunday evenings.
    A year later I took a job in a town very near where he lived to which I had no comnnections and had never been to. I pretended that it was just because it was a good job and nothing to do with this boy I had known a year.
    I then got fat because I spent nearly every evening eating at his mums and avoiding my nutty housemate until a year later when we moved in together.
    It is now 8 years since we met, our second wedding anniversary soon and out first bambino is due in the autumn.

    Congratulations for Saturday Frances! I hope you have an amazing day. xx

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:42 pm | Permalink

      Thanks Leni! And congratulations on the addition-to-be – I hope everything is going well so far :-) x

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:47 pm | Permalink

      Congratulations, Leni! I’m loving everyone’s stories and sneak announcements.

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:54 pm | Permalink

      Congratulations Leni – I love your story xx

  20. Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:15 pm | Permalink

    I am loving the way this post is going, so nice to hear how others have met too. Real life love stories! Thanks Siobhan for posting the original.

    Here’s mine: Met in 1999 in a pub, had a brief kiss, he told me he had a girlfriend, I told him he was a douche (or words to that effect) and I didn’t see him again until another night in another pub (small Island, not much to do) where I bumped into him again and was again attracted to him, again a kiss, again a girlfriend, again a few words for me, though this time he listened. We swapped numbers and texted all over Christmas and New Year and early in the New Year he told me that he knew he wanted to be with me and he had left his girlfriend and the rest is history! Eventually after 10 years of him telling me he knew I was the one, he proposed at the Grand Canyon (totally worth the wait) and we married in Spain 18 months ago.
    He is my rock xx

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:55 pm | Permalink

      I did not know about the Grand Canyon engagement (or the telling him off – good on you!)

      I love this story – I love all the stories! :)

  21. Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:41 pm | Permalink

    Aww, Siobhan, this is beautiful!

    Mine seems very unromantic compared to some of these stories.

    I moved back to Scotland in 2007 after 3 years in Manchester where I was determined to stay single. I was adamant that living in Manchester was temporary and so I didn’t want to risk meeting someone who might make me want to stay away from home! After moving to Glasgow I finally felt ready to have a relationship so joined Match.com. I started chatting to various guys, including an Irishman. Eventually, I realised that he was the only one I was STILL chatting to and it felt like I already knew him. We arranged to meet up after 6 weeks. We met in a cheesy Irish bar (public place, stay safe people!) on the pretence of watching an Irish rugby game. A few glasses of wine later, we kissed. He walked me home, with more kissing on the way. I saw him every night that week, stayed over the following weekend and never left. We officially moved in 2 months later and will celebrate our 2nd wedding anniversary in June. And every day I’m thankful that I didn’t meet a man in Manchester!

    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 5:57 pm | Permalink

      I think this is really romantic – you clearly clicked from the get go and that is just lovely! I keep making “aw” noises – it is so very sweet! x

    • Zan
      Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:45 pm | Permalink

      I love this – all the more because I met my Irishman-soon-to-be-hubbie via Match.com in Manchester! ;)

      • Posted May 8, 2013 at 10:15 pm | Permalink

        Ah, I love a good coincidence! And, aren’t Irish boys the best?!

        I also love that there are other online dating stories on here – I STILL get funny looks when I tell people how we met. It’s 2013!

  22. Posted May 8, 2013 at 6:02 pm | Permalink

    These stories are great, we met at the very end of uni at a very drunken night out to celebrate the end of my dissertation, he is a friend of a friend. That night when I was trying to show off my dance moves he booty bumped me and sent me flying across the room, apparently that’s what turned me on back in the day because by the end of the night we were kissing.

    I had big plans for travelling after uni so was very laid back at the start of our relationship, despite realising that he was something special, and I hadn’t felt like this about any other boy. Fast forward through a few years of round the world on and offing and I finally saw the light and knew he was the one for me and moved back to Edinburgh to be with him. We moved in together a year later, bought our own home 2 years after that and 2 more years down the line we are getting married in (3 weeks to go!!) SQUUEEEEEEEEEE!!

    • Siobhán
      Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:03 pm | Permalink

      Eeeeee! So soon! And such a lovely story! I like that you survived round the world to-ing and fro-ing!

  23. Posted May 8, 2013 at 6:56 pm | Permalink

    I’ve come back and all this has happened! Some gorgeous stories – Amy I can’t believe I haven’t heard yours in full before. Enough to make a hormonal woman sob quite dramatically.

    S and I can’t tell you the first time we ,met – I moved to Leeds in 1999 to immerse myself in a music scene that he has always been a central part of, so we were just always playing at/attending the same gigs. We moved in the same circles and had mutual friends, as we were both playing in bands we “knew” of each other, but had no real interest. Still, our paths kept crossing – his mates fancied me, he and his then girlfriend ended up in a zombie music video I directed, and on and on like that for years. I always thought he was a bit of a loud twat, he always thought I was weird.

    In 2003 I formed a band and asked two of our mutual friends to be in it, and they asked S to join in on bass. I was a bit miffed actually, as he was supposedly and guitarist and I thought he was a bit of a dickhead. We spent another 3 years playing regularly in the band, but as we were both always in some sort of relationship and both thought the other one was a bit odd, nothing was ever going to happen, or was ever really thought about. I remember asking a boyfriend if he thought S was gay, in fact (this was brought up in our best man’s speech, inevitably).

    Then, suddenly, we were both single. He came round to buy a record off me (the Weird Science soundtrack on 12″), we drank two bottles of wine, forgot about the record and snogged. And haven’t been able to keep away from each other ever since.

    Turned out he wasn’t a dickhead underneath the dickhead facade after all, he is actually a very lovely man. Did take my friends a while to come round to his “boisterous” personality though!


    • Posted May 8, 2013 at 7:00 pm | Permalink

      He never got that record off me by the way – although obviously now we’re married he ended up with it eventually, and didn’t even have to pay.

      • Siobhán
        Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:01 pm | Permalink

        I love this P. And now realise I lived in Leeds and went to all the gigs while you were there and we still haven’t met yet! Amazing. We may even know people in common!

        I love that it was Weird Science and every little bit of this story.

      • Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:24 pm | Permalink

        LOVE THIS!

  24. Amanda M
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 7:02 pm | Permalink

    Sigh, swoon, sniff. Loved this post (wonderful wedding pic too) and all the subsequent ‘how we mets ‘

  25. Katy W
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:20 pm | Permalink

    I have been reading all these stories (and yours Siobhan of course!) very happily throughout the day – love all the ‘how we mets’! Here’s ours (not as exciting or difficult as some but still makes me very happy) –

    Mat and I met in 2008 (also through match.com – Frances I smile when I see the adverts too!). He was the second date I’d had – I’d been on the site for about 2 weeks, whereas he’d been on for over 6 months without much success. We met for a drink on a boiling hot July evening, when the beer garden was rammed full and the pub was nice and quiet. He forgot my drink order about 3 times and I thought he wasn’t keen. But then we stayed for ages and talked about all sorts and at the end of the night I ‘walked him to the bus stop’ (which happened to be outside my flat so I managed to get walked home), waited with him for the bus and we had our first kiss!

    He moved in within a year, we got engaged on the second anniversary of our first date (on the beach in Northumberland after a fortifying lunch of fish and chips), and next month it’ll be our second wedding anniversary.

    We still live opposite the bus stop, and after a night out we tend to nip across the road for a kiss (getting some odd looks from whichever taxi driver has dropped us off). We’ll be moving soon and I think we’ll have to come back occasionally to visit the bus stop…

    K x

    PS EEK!!! congratulations for all the people getting married v soon and for all the new arrivals!

  26. Siobhán
    Posted May 8, 2013 at 8:41 pm | Permalink

    I love that you have a special bus stop! I love your story!

    • Katy W
      Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:06 pm | Permalink

      Haa, thank you (I am sure other people have more classy special places eg nice restaurants or a beach or whatever. Ours is a suburban brummie bus stop!)

      K x

      • Posted May 8, 2013 at 9:10 pm | Permalink

        happy wedding anniversary Katy -it’s our two year anniversary next month too!


        • Katy W
          Posted May 9, 2013 at 9:01 am | Permalink

          Happy anniversary for next month! I expect you’ll be quite busy on the actual day… 2 years – doesn’t time fly?!

          K x

  27. Posted May 9, 2013 at 12:16 pm | Permalink

    Love you guys, and your lovely, lovely story. Here’s to cupboards.

  28. Emily
    Posted May 9, 2013 at 5:34 pm | Permalink

    These stories are all just so lovely. I love hearing how people got together even if I don’t know them! Feeling all soppy now.
    I’ve been with R for 8 years and it still makes me misty eyed remembering the start of our relationship when it finally hit me in the face that I wanted to be with him after living in a shared house with him for nine months! He’d been waiting patiently for a long time for me to realise! :-)
    Good luck to everyone with weddings and babies that are imminent!

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