Weddings are very much on my mind at the moment.
Well, not weddings in general – but MY wedding in particular.
Or should I say OURS? Jay gets really annoyed when I say ‘my wedding’ or ‘my baby’! I don’t mean it, honest.
But I’ve also been thinking about perhaps doing some wedding blogging in the new year – maybe not a picture of my dress ha, but details about planning and the vibe etc. We get married next summer so I’ll definitely be feeling the whole wedding thing.
So I thought I’d start by doing a little blog about how Jay and I met. Hope it’s not too cringey?! I personally LOVE hearing how couples met. It’s one of my favourite things. (I am a ridiculously nosy person!)
So here’s our love story!
It was March 2012. I was single after splitting with someone in the January. I was doing the single thing – living in a house share and going on nights out and spending every Sunday with a stinking hangover.
I’d vowed off men forever after getting my heart broken but secretly hoped that ‘the one’ was out there.
Then one morning, whilst doing my breakfast radio show – I got a tweet from Jk, who was also working on a brekkie radio show. It simply said “Hey fellow early bird!”
I think it was flirting? It’s hard to tell with Jay, he doesn’t exactly wear his heart on his sleeve!
I told my colleagues who warned me off him because he was married. But always one with my eye on the Daily Mail showbiz app (don’t judge me) I knew that he was in fact recently separated.
I was still cautious though – I really didn’t want to be someone’s rebound girl.
We tweeted back and forth for a while about being tired doing a breakfast show, and eventually Jay private messaged me and asked for my phone number! Cheeky. I must have been excited, because it was almost four years ago but I remember I was in Miss Selfridge in Bluewater at the time!
Texts turned to phone calls, and fairly quickly we were chatting on the phone every night as Jay made long journeys around London and the South Coast – commuting between seeing his step son, and his job in Fareham.
One night during one of our chats Jay said it was ridiculous that we hadn’t met in person, and suggested a ‘date’ that Friday in London. He was already up there seeing his agent, and I lived very close – what was there to lose?
I have never been so nervous.
I honestly felt that I already had strong feelings for him – someone that I’d never met. How was that even possible? I desperately wanted us to have the same chemistry in person.
I remember everything.
I wore pink jeans, a white top and beige massive heels. In hindsight, a bad idea as I was taller than Jay haha!
It was a really really warm March. We met in a little side street just off Regent’s Street and had a large glass of wine sitting outside. We then had dinner at the Living Room (which is now annoyingly gone!) I had a risotto and Jay had a thai beef salad. Seriously chaps – you only remember the details if you really like someone.
After A LOT more drinks – Jay convinced me somehow to go to Strawberry Moons (a cheesy nightclub where I’d spent many a drunken night) and this one wasn’t any different. We danced, did shots, and had the best time.
And quite simply – the rest is history.
We did loads of fun ‘dates’ in the beginning. We had a private day out at a big cat sanctuary, we hung out on the beautiful south coast and had loads of lovely dinners and lazy DVD nights.
After three months we moved in together – a risk some would say, but I knew it was the right decision.
Parts weren’t always easy. We’ve had to get through a divorce, some hard times and two miscarriages – but I really believe it’s the tough bits that make you stronger as a couple.
I’m eternally grateful that Jay tweeted me, and that I responded and didn’t just brush him off as a weirdo! I’m glad we went on that amazing first date, and that we bit the bullet and moved in together so quickly.
Thanks twitter – I never thought social media would help me meet the love of my life