This post is inspired by watching ‘Celebrity First Dates’ with my mum the other night. I absolutely love this show, I feel like it’s secretly peeking into people’s lives. I also love first dates – the excitement of the unknown and getting to know each other…that brand new feeling. But this time, as I watched Preston (who is from The Ordinary Boys in case you didn’t know…poor guy, there’s nothing worse than being a celeb that some people don’t recognise) and Ronny Woods’ ex-wife go on their first dates, I found myself looking back at the first date with my other half. Perhaps because he is away on a work trip and I’m missing him. Anyway it was a disaster…I was a disaster. Quite frankly it’s a miracle that we’re still together, and I thought it might be fun to share it with you.
We met through work back in 2009, working on a production that to this day is the worst thing we’ve ever worked on. It seriously felt like everyone around us was nuts! I seem to remember one day, his editor got angry and threatened to throw his chair at him. Pressure eh. So I suppose all this bonkers behaviour bonded us and we became really good friends. I could rely on him to make me laugh and conjure up inappropriate yet hilarious nicknames for the everyone on the team (he still does this and sees it as a hidden talent). We worked together for about 5 months and then his contract was up. I missed him after he left, but we kept in contact and I never knew if the feeling was mutual. Eventually he asked me out on a date…
So the date. I was probably more nervous than I have ever been in my life – I could only compare it to that lump in the throat feeling when i took my driving test. Looking back, there should be 2 golden rules before you go on a first date:
- DO eat something in the duration of the day leading up to said date. I did not.
- DO consider wearing something a bit warmer than a leather jacket when it is snowing and icy outside. I did not.
However, even with these two things stacked up against me, I managed to arrive on time and we met near Leicester Square to go for a drink. It was really lovely to see each other outside of work and it didn’t take long before we worked out how much we have in common. Both from big Irish (well I’m half-Australian) families of 4 kids, both of us the 3rd middle child. It felt so easy to be chatting to him and all that nervousness just melted away. However, then it struck. This is where the eating something beforehand would have been a great idea…a couple of glasses of vino later and I was feeling pretty light-headed to say the least.
As he began to tell me a joke or a funny anecdote, I roared with laughter, leaned back on the bar stool and spilt my entire glass of white wine over him. There was that split second silence when I almost didn’t know how to react. I actually couldn’t believe I’d just done that…very typical of me, but the worst timing. Being the nice guy he is, he actually didn’t make a big deal of it but I was sat there thinking, hmmm it was going so well until that point. I blame the high stools that always make me lose my balance.
So off we trotted to dinner and went to a gorgeous Mexican resturant – everything was perfect, until right before the food came, the music started blaring and I literally couldn’t hear a thing he was saying. Not a word. I’m not sure if he could hear me, but I was nodding along and dinner went pretty quickly! Ahh, I thought, this isn’t exactly going how I had imagined it. But off we trotted for a lovely drink at one of my favourite places in Soho. It was at this point that I could feel a blister in my foot and by the time we got to the bar, I was sort of limping a bit.
Despite having to escort me back to the tube, having given me his jacket and me practically clinging on to him to take the pressure off my stupid blister…6 years later we are still together. I was never sure if I believed in soulmates before I met him, but I do feel that meeting him was meant to be. Something just works and he really is the backbone of our life. So this is my little tribute to my better half – someone who listens to me, makes me laugh, tells me to quieten down (as I often shout when I’m passionate about something), reminds me to be proud of who I am and is always there at the end of these long days. You’re the best.