Anyway, some girl was giving him the run around and we were all talking about what a bitch she was being and when he came to the bar, I said "She's treating you like a mug, you deserve much better than that". God knows where I got the balls to say that to someone I hardly know but this was a different me! He looked at me with a mixture of being flattered and bemused that I had the cheek to say that and walked off. Another night he came in and asked for my number, and I said I was really sorry but I had a boyfriend (I did) and all the lads at the other end of the pub did that "booooo" thing and rinsed him for being rejected. I felt sorry and sent my friend Katie after him to say that I thought he was cute and if I was single I'd have given it to him!
The next day I turned up for my shift and he was in the kitchen! I grabbed Katie and was like, what the hell is he doing here, I am so embarrassed! Turns out, he got a cheffing job the night before which I know now he got partly because he wanted to be around me
From then on we spent a lot of time together but nothing happened, we spent loads of time smoking in the pub, drinking tea and playing sudoko, he played it very cool and you would never have thought he liked me. He needed somewhere to stay for the summer and I had a free house all summer until my friends came back to London so I offered him somewhere to stay. He would walk me home, and we'd sit in Nero drinking coffee and not even speaking just reading the paper, which he now says he just fell in love with me. Eventually he did take up my offer to stay and we started seeing each other- wrong I know on my part, but I was so selfish back then- and I have never had times like that with anyone. But, long story shorter, I wouldnt leave my then boyf and told h2b so- so he left to live with his grandad and get over it. Just packed up and left and I had no idea, he just didnt show up for work.
Some bad stuff happened to me that year and when I called him to tell him he was so cold and I was devastated. But, h2b came back and we would meet up now and again, my friends all loved him and then we lost touch for 6 months. In those 6 months, my ex & i split, and altho it was right, I was homeless, sad, pregnant and I then miscarried through stress, had a dodgy smear test scare and seeing him on and off. Then towards the end of all this, I got back in touch with h2b just as the right time! who, once again needed somewhere to live! There was a spare room in my house share...
I got off the phone to him, and my then BM said she hadnt seen me smile like that in months. He had a girlf, who he split with almost straight away, and when I found out he had one, I remember saying to my BM, really tongue in cheek, oh dont worry about her, she wont be around long! Co*ky cow!
When I am with him I am funnier, kinder, sexier, more thoughtful, just better all round- I'm the curry to his rice he says
We moved into our own place 2 months later, had some heavy partying and working, moved out of London 10 months after that and became pregnant a year after that! We thought I couldnt have children and started fertility treatment and although we eventually didnt need it, he was so supportive and we really were in it together. We have songs which are 'our songs' he will call me ten times a day to tell me rubbish, or to youtube songs and underground artists he's heard of and he is so romantic and thoughtful. He'll tear clothes out of the metro he thinks I would like, or will buy me a top he'll see in my fave shop (he is also terrible with money lol ...) I have never had a
God that was long, but I really enjoyed that! My lovely lovely boy xxx
Edited by kazaroona, 04 September 2011 - 08:10 AM.

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