Consider this page the equivalent of watching Love Actually on repeat. Without the Christmas Carols. But that doesn't mean we'll ever give up on it.
After all, for some people, it actually works out After a few of the stereotypically creepy guys you become used to stumbling upon, I matched with one particular man who had it all AKA, he looked hot and could hold a decent conversation. After some text flirting we decided to go for drinks, and arranged to meet at the South Bank Christmas market. Note to everyone planning an outdoor date in December β a leather jacket is not a warm enough option.
I ended up drinking far more than I should have, just to keep warm, and Xander had to put me on the night bus home. Ah, the romance. Celebrity news, beauty, fashion advice, and fascinating features, delivered straight to your inbox! Tinder FTW. I knew it within the first hour of our first date in Southbank in May Marcus was funny, calm and had great forearms. Who knew that I even liked forearms? And where the heck had he been hiding? I'd treated my hunt for the perfect boyfriend a bit like shopping on ASOS - shoving lots of options in my Save For Later folder, clicking 'buy' on a few select items only to discover they weren't quite the right fit.
Regrettably all were returned to sender. But on my first date with Marcus, when one quick glass of wine rolled into dinner, two bottles of Merlot then drunken dancing in a bar in Waterloo, I had a feeling that he was a keeper. The following night, despite both of us nursing stonking hangovers, he was at my house sharing pizza and chilling on the sofa.
Seeing me at my pale and bedraggled worst can't have had the devastating effect that I'd feared because he stayed put for the entire weekend. By close of play Sunday we'd agreed to take ourselves off My Single Friend - who needs 'will you be my girlfriend? Within a year Marcus and I were living together, by July we were engaged and on August last year we said 'I do'.
