…and he’s not (that much of) a weirdo.
I meant to post this last week, but then I was distracted by not very much at all and forgot. So, um, better late than never?
On Wednesday, Alex and I celebrated 2 years of proper official being in a relationship type stuff. (How do I know that? Because he formally asked me out. Which is nerdy, but AWESOME – none of this “can I list him as my blokey on Facebook” type nonsense.) The way that we met is a bit of an odd story, and a lot of people are always a bit like “…really?” when they hear, so I thought I would share it with you guys.
Bathcamp is a monthly event held in Bath, and in 2009, had an actual camping weekend in Bath. I was supposed to go, but am not really the camping sort (I’m not usually such a princess, but I refuse to stay anywhere that I have to share a bathroom with anyone else I’m not sleeping in the same room as. I think thats a pretty reasonable standard to have.) I think I tweeted as such, and Alex responded with how he was supposed to go as well, but something at work had broken and he had to fix it (or something along those lines). We started tweeting to each other, then he messaged me on Facebook. I wouldn’t normally respond, but I saw that he had been to my uni, and knew a few of my friends as well. (One in particular says I can’t blame him. Yes I can, Bryn. I blame you a LOT.) The messsages (and chats via MSN) went on until he asked if I wanted to go out for dinner the next weekend.
Blog readers, I am naive when it comes to blokes. My first kiss got me to go to his room by asking if I wanted to listen to some music. It is only with this much hindsight that I can see that dinner was a first date. We went out a few more times, until he formally asked me out, and, well, that is that.
I moved in with him after 9 or so months of spending almost every weekend at his house, and everything is awesome. He makes me laugh, he drives me crazy but I love him lots :)
(This is as about as slushy and sentimental as I get.)