Our story

Ok, so I can't even believe I am about to be nice about a... boy (Man)

nearly 4 years ago (Jesus Christ has it been that long already?!) it was totally UNHEARD of, I hated men, loved partying with my besties and just wasn't interested in the whole getting a 'snuggle partner' and settling down...nnuuhhh uhhhh, no thank you! 

 

I lived in a HUGEEEE 3 story 4 bed house with 3 of my gal pals and just loved life. I enjoyed spending my evenings running round the house playing hide and seek (really mature huns), jumping on each others beds and cooking dinners together, I mean Girls rule, boys drool right? so who wouldn't be happy with basically 4 wardrobes and a weekend filled with Prosecco and singing into hairbrushes whilst making a stage out of chairs? The only commitment in my life, apart from my full time job...lols was, well....nothing!!! I was truly happy on my own and wasn't looking for 'love.'

 

With our own place and a love for a night out, weekends were spent throwing partys and throwing up after one too many, not to mention the hangovers from HELL.

 

It was May bank holiday weekend and another 'Party back at ours' a group of lads we knew were over, there was this short boy Josh I hadn't met before ,so I threw him an insult in a banter kind of way as an 'ice breaker' and he gave it right back to me... Hmmm? this is refreshing I thought STRAIGHT AWAY,now this is totally not me being big headed as I'm sure its the same for every girl, but I was sooooooooo bored of blokes giving me compliments because they thought its what I wanted to hear, or would get them into my bed, we continued to 'insult' each other in a flirty banter kind of way and then I gave him a drunken tour of my house... hahaha!! no seriously, that's not like code words for doing 'the deed' I genuinely showed this short boy around my house, poor love probs thought it was, only to be shown where I brushed my teeth, kept my coats and watched air crash investigations (my fave) star fished under my duvet.

 

He sent me a message on Twitter the next morning saying 'Party at yours again tonight' to which I told him to 'ask me when im drunk' The thought of seeing a bloke again and planned was a bit weird sober, but it wasn't a date I told myself, it was nothing more than mates and we had a laugh the night before so I thought why not? and there'd be a few of us again, so he did as I said and asked me later that evening if him and the boys could come over. This happened most weekends, it was sort of like a routine, we'd have a night out and then 'the boys' would come back after a night out, nothing 'sleazy' and we weren't 'doing the deed' which again was refreshing to just have male company that wasn't 'leading anywhere.' Me and Josh would text alllllll day everyday, never anything soppy, but a little flirty and always full of insults haha!! (banter type insults) again refreshing, Josh clearly worked out quickly that I wasn't looking for dates or a boyfriend or even anything 'between the sheets' just fun filled weekends and a right good laugh.

 

A few months down the line and things between me and josh progressed, in a relaxed type of way though but there were clearly feelings on both sides, he told me he was coming over to watch Xfactor, although I fancied him I wasn't sure I was quite ready for a 'cosy night in' with him, I enjoyed what it was so I told him I was busy. Fair play to the boy, he didn't give up and he finally got his night in with me, which did end up turning into a drunken one with the girls and some other boy pals but nether the less, I'd agreed to a night just me and him so surely this meant something?

 

It was the week leading up to Christmas (6 months after first meeting), we text each other every day, he'd stay round most weekends and neither of us were seeing anyone else, we actually went on our first proper 'date' I know people are probs thinking... 6 months and no date, but like I said, I wasn't down to date I enjoyed the relaxedness of our situation and I made it very clear to Josh I don't rush into things. As usual we were having a brilliant night, it felt right being out together and we clearly enjoyed each others company, we never 'labelled us' we just sort of went with the flow, so when Josh bumped into a friend and he asked 'how long we'd been together' Josh told him a few months, I didn't know how to react to his answer because we weren't together, we'd not had 'that convo' but secretly inside I loved his answer and I had little butterfly's, obv I played it cool as a cucumber though and gave him some banter for basically just telling his mate I was his GF, 'without my permission'. We went back to mine so I could grab some heels and we could call a taxi to go out, I walked into my dining room where Josh was sat with a HUGE fancy dress sharks head on and smoking a fag... he doesn't even smoke hahaha!! once I'd sat down he said to me (still with the sharks head on) 'I'd like you to be my girlfriend' Romantic or whattttt?!  I went all embarrassed and asked him to ask me when he was sober, he continued to ask me all night and then obviously again in the morning.

 

So a changed Facebook relationship status & Nearly 4 years later and we now have a place together and a little baby Freddie.

 

I literally have the biggest smile on my face writing 'Our story' because to me It was perfect, I hadn't been looking for someone to come and sweep me off my feet or take me on fancy dates to try and impress me, I had literally been waiting for a 'Josh' to come along. The boy just got me and slowly broke down my huge big wall I had up and that's how I knew he was and still is the one.

 

And now I'm a huge big soppy puppy dog and couldn't imagine my life without him.