Hubs and I have been together for a little over 10 years now – which is a scary thought when realistically I don’t feel like I’m any older than when we met!
We celebrate our anniversary of being a couple on the 13th of July, but it’s a bit more complicated than that.
In the late Autumn of 2006, as I wandered through my living room in my shared rental house in my pyjamas, there was a guy sitting on my sofa. I didn’t imagine then that almost 11 years later we’d be married with a son!
Our first date was to the little Indian restaurant at the end of his road – we’d ordered takeaway from there many a time, and it was our first port of call if we fancied a meal out. Girls Aloud and Westlife had ordered from there, or at least, that’s what the newspaper clippings on the wall said!
It wasn’t a particularly romantic first date – I can’t say either of us are the romantic sort. Plus there was no anticipation of a first kiss… that had happened many months earlier! In true student night out fashion, there had been a drunken kissing episode not long after we met, but we settled into a close friendship shortly after. And then something slightly more, but we never made anything official.
We’ve been back to that same restaurant a few times, and it was never really the same – and the reviews on Trip Advisor seem to suggest we got to experience it at its best all those years ago.
No one knew we went on this date – somehow we’d kept our “more than friendship” status a secret from everyone around us for almost 6 months so it wasn’t too tricky to keep this from them too. It wasn’t until a few months later that we decided to tell everyone – but to be honest, everyone had suspected something was going on for quite some time!
For our 10th anniversary this July, we couldn’t exactly take a trip back to Selly Oak – we live in Northampton these days! So instead we ordered a takeaway, grabbed a cider for him and a beer for me, whacked on a film, and had a date in our living room.
I’d love to hear your first date stories!