“My boss said, ‘I’d like to set you up with my husband’s best friend’ and I wasn’t sure – I’d never been on a ‘blind date’ before, only dating people I’d already known or connected with online. But she sent me a picture and I trusted her judgement, so I said yes. He texted me on a Tuesday and asked to go out two days later – no text chat or anything, which was good. I think you can read too much into messages when just meeting is easier.
When we were going home, I said, “I’m getting the Tube, but you need to go that way,” and directed him down some random road even though he could have got the Northern Line with me. I was so nervous I just wanted to get away. So I thought he was just being kind when he texted that evening and asked me out again. I said yes and he took me to Barrafina in Soho.
We sat at the counter watching the chefs so there was lots to talk about and no pressure of watching each other eat, which makes it great for a date. I was impressed he’d taken me out for dinner. It was a relief to date someone who has their life together. We ended up at 100 Wardour Street playing pool, which I know is a massive cliché, but we still didn’t kiss.
We eventually did on our third date. We went to a gig in Brixton – The Stranglers. My boss, colleagues and brother were there, but Alex was surprisingly laid back about that. We had a few drinks and finally kissed, and I knew something was happening.
That was a year ago now, and I feel like I’ve done more in London these past 12 months than I’ve done in five years. One of our favourite places is Borough Market – especially in the summer when we buy food then have a cider by the river.
We’re quite devoted to each other. My friends ask, “Can you just stop being so happy?” I say, “No.”