Leicester Square

I was that boy that was always single, I lacked a love life, yet, it never bothered me. I could look into the future and see myself being happily single, who cares? I had always been shy, unsure of myself and always thought it were a joke when people would flirt with me. I went on my first date aged 19 and couldn’t put my hands on the restaurant table, they were shaking too much. Dating petrified me. It brought on a horrendous case of nervous sweating and I formed a stutter. Hardly attributes to promote a second date. Therefore, I never really bothered.  

Let’s fast-forward…now 21, I‘d moved home from University and back into my parent’s home. By this point I had grown (slightly) in confidence. I sat in bed after a night-out with friends, swiping through my Tinder app, because I’m such a romantic. I was solely swiping left due to being a judgmental bastard, before I came across Craig’s profile. I paused and scanned his profile. He had huge blue eyes and even bigger muscles. Muscles so big that it was quite intimidating. I almost swiped left because I thought he was a crazy gay-basher. It was 2015, all kinds of crazy things were happening and it wasn’t there first time I’d received abuse on Tinder when matching with a guy. I wasn’t about to let this face get punched (again). After much consideration, I swiped right. It was purely for shallow reasons, I won’t lie to myself.  We matched. Craig later informed me, he too almost swiped left because he felt I looked ‘too posh’ and would be up my own arse. I took it as a compliment that he thought I looked ‘posh’. You have to take any compliment you can get!

We spoke for a month before I plucked up the courage to meet him. My parents were beside themselves with worry, my mother kept crying out, “if he grabs you, that’s it, you’re a goner, I’ll never see you again”. This did not help my nerves.

I wore navy trousers, a white shirt with a baby blue jumper, tucked into the trousers. I remember feeling quite confident in how I looked, which is rare for me. I stood against the wall, outside of Leicester Square Station, waiting for Craig to turn up. I still get a tingle and instantly smile every time I walk past that spot. That grotty pavement next to Pizza Express has so much meaning.  
Craig walked around the corner and saw me, he looked back down at the floor, looking disappointed. I had never felt more disheartened than I did in that moment. We had our awkward greeting and we went back down into the underground, toward our destination.

He took me to Borough Market, we tried market food and sat and had the standard first date conversation. I told him that I wasn’t drinking because I had to drive, so he decided to take me to 4 expensive bars… thanks? He got pissed whilst I sipped my water. I quickly noticed that Craig cannot handle his drink. Half-way through the date one eye was looking at my face and the other at my penis, he was drunkenly boss-eyed. He also kept winking at me, which I mentioned, I think it made him nervous as he started doing it more. He was gentle, which surprised me. His exterior looked quite harsh and frightening, yet being around him and seeing how docile he was, was attractive. He made me feel at ease, I could be myself and not have to put on a facade. I made fun of him, which he handled well. Nobody wants to be with a bitch that can’t handle a joke and be made fun of. You have to suss this out early.

As our date came to an end, he accompanied me back to my train, he couldn’t quite keep up with me (he has short legs), he walked that funny walk… it’s is somewhat of a waddle. He later told me he was psyching himself up to try and kiss me, even though I had previously told him a kiss on the first date was out of the question. He bottled it. We left one another and I boarded my train. I sat in my seat, waiting to leave St Pancras International. As I sat there, my face erupted into the biggest smile. I liked him, a feeling that was quite rare. Craig text me within thirty-minutes of leaving him, he said he hadn’t felt this excited about someone in a long time. I’m just such a bloody catch!

Since that Thursday, 16 July, I’ve never looked back to single life. I had fallen head over heels for this gorilla looking man, he was beautiful, gentle and didn’t take himself seriously.
We have been inseparable ever since, and I have felt blessed every single day, even though he irritates the fuck out of me. We have travelled to Greece, Barcelona, New York, Brussels, Iceland and Polperro. He makes life fun, he’s romantic and always tries to make me smile. He is my idea of perfect (cringe).



  1. Paul
    August 6, 2017 / 1:02 pm

    That is such a great story. And I’m so glad you two are so happy together. Even though I’ve been single for 2 years (and slightly bitter towards relationships) you two accompany each other very well, and I hope you are happy for a long time to come (together forever) sounded a bit lame!

    • August 6, 2017 / 1:06 pm

      Such a sweet comment! Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it. Don’t be bitter, there is so much more to life!

  2. Luke Swann
    August 8, 2017 / 3:41 am

    Christ – what another boring Disney love story.
    No seriously this was a lovely read.
    I’m proud of what my best friend has achieved and it’s good to see you break through those barriers. Maybe I can do that one day…. One day…. Not soon. *chuckles*

  3. Luke
    August 11, 2017 / 11:36 am

    Nice read actually. I’ve followed him on Twitter for an age and he was in a very bad place (simply judging from his tweets) before he met you, so it’s great that you’ve discovered each other.

    • August 11, 2017 / 11:41 am

      Thank for the message, Luke. Very sweet to know I’ve had somewhat of a positive effect on his life. Apart from him telling me I’m a high maintenance princess! Haha. x

  4. Forest Garfinkel
    April 17, 2018 / 4:15 am

    Such a lovely first meeting. I fell into relationships in the past where the spark that you have described here was never felt. Maybe that is why my relationships always ends in a disaster.

    Great writing as always. I am already hooked, and I am guessing, the story of your life is my substitute for a novel-must-read.

    • April 24, 2018 / 11:23 am

      Thank you so much for reading and commenting! You’ll find someone who gives you your spark. Good luck!

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