Our Love Story {Part 1}

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

You may know Steve and I as that hilarious, obviously in love, definitely never fight, perfect for each other couple. Or you may not have met us yet: in which case you might believe the “definitely never fight” nonsense.

Because I’m a fan of oversharing and to mark this day all about love I thought it would be fun to release the very first part of our very own love story.

Back in the days before digital cameras you just had to deal with photos of you with closed eyes.   Steven and I when we were pretty much children. You can tell it’s early on because we’re still skinny.

Back in the days before digital cameras you just had to deal with photos of you with closed eyes.

Steven and I when we were pretty much children. You can tell it’s early on because we’re still skinny.

Once upon a time, way back in January of 2004 a 17 year old me agreed to go on a blind date set up by mutual friends, Paul and Wendy.

I got ready with my friend and decided that the look I should go for for this blind date was a kind of girly punk, neon pink and black vibe.

I wore a sweat band on one wrist.

Let’s just let that sink in for a minute.

Over to our first instalment from my journal….

I had really good fun. His name is Steven, he’s old! I dunno how old - no I do - 24!! But I don’t think it really mattered. I felt really at home actually - I felt on the same level as him & Paul & Wendy. We went bowling…

I had really good fun. His name is Steven, he’s old! I dunno how old - no I do - 24!! But I don’t think it really mattered. I felt really at home actually - I felt on the same level as him & Paul & Wendy. We went bowling…

About 5 seconds into the date and I’m already in love. He’s cute, tall, sweet and gentle, seems confident and really funny. Tick. Tick. Tickety. Tickaboo. Yeah he’s 24 and I’m 17 but I’m totally mature and feeling like I’m on the same level as the grown-ups. This is going to work! He’s going to fall madly in love with me and propose within the month. It’s all coming up Rachel.

After we bowl we all get into one car to drive back to our matchmakers flat. The chat is easy, everyone is seeming comfortable and then we drive past my high school. AND PAUL POINTS IT OUT!!!

On your right hand side you’ll see Rachel’s newly built high school.

At this point I consider just opening the door of the moving car and rolling right out.

Steve doesn’t say anything. Be cool, be cool. You’ve got this.

We get to the flat and play some Uno. Classic. It’s all totally relaxed, the banter is flowing and I am trying my darnedest to flirt.

Then at the end of the night he offers to give me a lift home.

I’m in there!!!

More lovely chatting in the car just the two of us alone for the first time and I’m crushing HARD. This is a man like I have never met before. He’s intelligent and sensible. He’s got a car and a job. This is like no other date I’ve ever been on. We’re not talking about how much Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson can bench press (that’s a true date story that actually happened to me. In the Littlewoods Cafe of all places)

Over to you 17 year old Rachel’s journal…

Then he drove me home, he has a proper grown-ups car!! He pulled in and I gave him a kiss on the cheek which makes me cringe when I think about it because it was a total comedy Rachel mwaaah! kiss! ich. He thanked me for putting up with him for the evening and said hopefully he’d see me again - I said “yes” he said “soon” - I smiled and said “yes” again.

Then he drove me home, he has a proper grown-ups car!! He pulled in and I gave him a kiss on the cheek which makes me cringe when I think about it because it was a total comedy Rachel mwaaah! kiss! ich. He thanked me for putting up with him for the evening and said hopefully he’d see me again - I said “yes” he said “soon” - I smiled and said “yes” again.

The AGONY of going over and over and over that stupid, lip smacker of a peck on the cheek! Would that put him off? Was it really loud in his ear? Why can I not just be graceful and elegant and romantic. Eugh!

There are pages in the journal about this fantastic date, if you want the bowling or Uno scores, I have them recorded. Basically, I’m smitten.

So what’s the final thoughts about that date Rachel?

Thus endeth date numero uno. Hopefully others shall follow for he wist a lovely Chappy!

Thus endeth date numero uno. Hopefully others shall follow for he wist a lovely Chappy!

Seriously. Who talks like that?

Did he call? Did I call? Did he propose within the month? Tune in next month for part 2 of our love story.

Spoiler alert. We get married in the end.