Hi Ladies
Let me start from the beginning, I am more of an observer than a regular poster but as I have loved reading so many reports and threads and learnt so much from everyone particularly in BBB I thought it only fair (!) I share my own wedding story with everyone.
Now I may diversify from the traditional report format that appears on here as I have a tendency to go back and forth quite a bit ( sorry I can talk and therefore write for England) but I would like to give as much detail and advice as possible and share both the extrordinary highs and ( I'll be brutally honest) the stressful and sometimes exhausting lows of planning a wedding.
My husband ( love saying that!) and I met on a blind date, set up by one of my best friends Sarah who told me absolutely nothing except his name was "James O'S***" and he ( probably) had dark hair.
me: " So what you are saying is he could be say... 5ft tall, have excessive nostril hair and be a total and utter chauvinistic pig?"
Sarah: " Look I've told you before I'm not telling you anything, otherwise I will just raise your expectations and it might not work out....( much laughing and giggling)"
me: "I can't believe I am going on a BLIND date, this is so totally embarrassing and desperate!!"
Sarah: "Look it will be fine, honestly promise, I'm pretty sure he is not like into like train spotting or anything...."
me: "You are
pretty sure? oh great, so basically I am going on a date with a short, chauvinistic trainspotting weirdo with a hairy nose..........."
.....................................
And there he was.
And without sounding like some really dreadful Mills and Boon type novel he really was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Perfect teeth ( Dad's a dentist - I have a high standard of oral hygiene requirements )
very tall and with this lovely (slightly dishevelled) thick wavy dark hair.
Dumbstruck all I could think of to say was..... "Hello James O'S***"
He just smiled and replied..... "Hello Charlotte G*******"
And the rest they say is history.........
We got engaged in February 2008, James had taken me on a romantic birthday break to Edinburgh, had a grand master plan to propose at the bottom of Edinburgh castle ( I had no idea obviously) and then it started to rain..... cue me getting increasingly irrate as he seemed to be taking me totally the long way round back to the hotel.....no umberella + non waterproof mascara = lank haired panda eyed catastrophe
me: "Why are we going this way - isn't this like totally the long way round?"
James: "Erm no no it's about the same distance I think"
me "Are you sure because I am getting very wet and cold and.....moan moan moan"
James " Honestly it's only about 5 minutes away ....erm can you sit down on this bench please?"
me ( looking like lank haired panda eyed
incredulous catastrophe) "Are you quite mad? why do I want to sit down you nutter it's really starting to rain loads!!!"
James ( looking strained and stressed) "Look just sit down here for a second will you...."
And so he literally pushes me onto the bench and immediately drops on one knee ..... in a puddle.
And I think I might have stopped breathing.....
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