How I Met my Husband

I was approached to write for a well-known paper about my experiences with men, how I had been the girlfriend of not 1 but 3 men who then went on the marry their next girlfriend. That I was the crazy girlfriend before the one they settled down with but they saw I was married and decided they wanted a sad Bridget Jones-esk ending rather than me finding someone who wanted to marry me. Go Figure!

So I thought I would get a little lighter hearted on here and tell you all about how I met my husband, because even the crazy ex-girlfriends can get a happy conclusion.

I had just moved to Edinburgh and had gone through a pretty bad break up, just before I met DH. I hadn’t really met anyone outside of my new work place and was looking for ways to meet new people and get to know the city I was now calling home, so I went on Gumtree, typed in groups, and up popped an advert for an amateur’s drama club called Act Out.

I had dabbled a little with drama in high school and enjoyed it so I thought this would be a great way to meet people and maybe help grow a little confidence whilst I was at it. It wasn’t until I had my children that I became a total social recluse.

I loved the class, we were a great wee bunch from different social classes but all with the comment idea of meeting new people and having a laugh while we did. It was run by two ex-actors and they did lots of improve and warm ups with us that really helped bond us and break the ice. I looked forward to Tuesday nights at that club.

After about 3 weeks of classes, in swooped a man who I hadn’t met before but seemed to be well known by the regulars. He was very handsome and I could feel myself becoming awkward just by being in the same room as him. He didn’t mix with us though, instead he would sort of sulk in the corner. The leaders joked and called him “Brando” due to his man of mystery vibe, I just knew I wanted to know him a little more.

I found out he was called Rory when we were placed together for the first improv exercise, he was the narrator and I was to be Cinderella and I was to act out whatever he said. He insulted me constantly during the exercise in a sort of cheeky kind of way that made me blush. He just seemed so cool and I felt a right dork next to him.

Other than a bit of banter here and there, our friendship didn’t really go anywhere and I didn’t think it would. He was not my “usual” type and I was so sure I was not his.

My birthday was coming up and I decided to cremate my new friendships by hosting a birthday party and invited everyone I had met in Edinburgh so far, that included the drama class and Rory.

Rory had taken my mobile number down and texted me at 7pm the night of the party to say he was on his way and check my address. Well, that when I started to freak out, not only was my crush coming but no one else had arrived yet and if he turned up and it was just him and me, I was sure it would cremate in his mind that I was indeed a lame ass.

Thankfully, just after the text everyone started to arrive and I would not look like the loner I was but by 8 he still hadn’t arrived and as I was nervous/excited I was drinking hard and fast. Well it was my birthday after all but I was getting drunk quicker than I wanted.

I was well on my way to drunksville by the time he arrived and my new found (booze) confidence had me making great conversation and flirting up a storm…or so I thought.

I was trying to impress by talking all thing cultured and how I like to draw. He seemed interested and I offered to show him some of my “art” that was in my bedroom (can you see where this is going?) and he innocently followed me to my room and then I jumped on him! Yip, I ambushed him. Poor man but he handled it so well.

As I was trying to suck his face off, he said I needed to get some rest, I was too drunk, blah blah blah and proceeded to put me to bed. Me, being the drunken fool I was thought it was leading somewhere else but nope, he tucked me in and then left.

Oh the shame!!!

Too make matters worse, he had tucked me in so tight and with the amount of alcohol I had swishing around my body, I was stuck. I could not get out of the bed.

So I lay there calling help but as the party was in full swing I was not to be heard over the music, le sigh!

My sister then found me about 20 minutes later, softly snoring in my bed…it was only 9.30pm.

The next day we had a rehearsal at Rory’s house for a play we were doing and the hang-xity was string the next day and it didn’t help that the cast gave me a massive cheer as I entered the room.

It wasn’t too bad though, it seemed everyone had had a great time at the party even if the host had been trapped in her bed from 9pm.

When the rehearsal ended, Rory called me back into the room as I had forgotten something, I had no idea what but I followed and then he kissed me! He gave me a full on smooch and then stood back and said “I wanted you to remember our first kiss.” I swear it was like something out of the movies and I floated home.

The next day was Monday, my actual birthday and I received 12 red roses at work. Who were they from? Well, just Mr. Romance himself, Rory. I couldn’t believe that he was giving me a chance especially after the drunken bum actions at my party. He liked me though and I was smitten.

He took me on my first ever date the next weekend and then we couldn’t be apart…we had a little break up a few weeks in because I was freaking out about how much I liked him already but after a day I just couldn’t not see him and we have been together ever since.

He’s my best friend, he’s the only person that truly knows me and I can’t imagine not loving him like I do. (OK, cheese fest is over!)

How did you met your partner?