We found each other on the pathetically-named website, Plenty of Fish, and met up shortly after connecting online, in January 2014.
Our first date was at a Wetherspoons.
I chose the venue, because I honestly thought I’d be paying for my own drinks, and, as it was mid-January, I was already broke.
I will never forget that first date.
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We didn’t stop talking, and I loved how he got excited when he spoke about his favourite comedians, gesturing wildly and nearly knocking the drinks off our table.
Fast-forward a month, and he told me he loved me.
Still, hands down, the best moment of my life.
I started planning our wedding on Pinterest immediately.
Five years later, we have a cat, a mortgage, a car, and a lot of married friends.
You know where this is going.
It’s 2am on New Year’s Day, the first few hours of 2019.
My boyfriend and I are singing karaoke at home, after everyone else at our house party has gone home (we often sing karaoke together — we’re no good, but it’s fun).
I won’t lie to you, I’m slightly sloshed — we both are — but I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Five years, in fact.
We’ve just finished singing I Would Do Anything for Love by Meatloaf — one of our favourite duets.
Something clicks in my head: this is the perfect moment.
“Will you marry me?”
The words hang in the air, and his face is bemused.
“Aren’t I supposed to ask that question?” he replies.
I’m surprised; I wasn’t expecting him to be so traditional when we’re in an equal-partnership relationship.