October 2018 - An Unconventional London Wedding
So after lurking and (occasionally) commenting on this board for a while I've decided to jump in and start my own planning thread. There don't seem to be many brides having London weddings on this board, so here goes!
How we met:
I met A through my friend L. She had known him since university. I met L during my master’s degree. We were on the same course and she lived in the flat below mine. We became good friends as I didn’t really get on with any of my flatmates, so spent a good deal of time in the flat downstairs with L and her flatmate B, who was also on the same course as us. When we finished our masters, she got a job in London and moved down. Luckily for her, her friend A had a house in West London with a room spare.
L knew I was still looking for a full time job and when a job came available at her work she urged me to apply. I did and I got the job, so I moved down to London in March 2011. I also found a place in West London, close to L, where I ended up living with a misogynist who was the literal worst human being in the entire world. I used to go round to L’s place to escape. Her landlord/jhousemate was always pretty shy, and would only ever poke his head into the living room to say a brief hello before running off upstairs.
Two years later in May 2013, I had since escaped from the hell that was my hideous flatmate and was living at the opposite side of London. My friend L invited me to a Eurovision party at her place and as I love Eurovision, went round to enjoy the fun.
So I’d had a great time listening to cheesy music and drinking copious amounts of prosecco. It got to 1am and I was happily drunk when A walks into the living room. It turns out he’d been babysitting for his cousins and was tired and about to creep off to bed. Full of fizz and good cheer I turned to him as he was getting up to leave and basically demanded that he talk to me.
I can’t remember the exact words I used but A assures me that it was something along the lines of ‘Oi you, come and talk to me for once’. He took this as a come-on, whereas I just felt that it was a bit weird that I’d been coming round to his house for two years and never said more than ‘hello’ to him. I didn't even know his name!
I spent the rest of the night talking to him, and at around 4am we went up to his room and we then spent the rest of the early morning setting the world to rights in his bed. It turned out that he was a feminist (very important to me, especially after the horror show that was my previous flatmate) and we really gelled with each other.
I went home at around 8am, and I sat on the tube realising that I had both forgotten to get his number, and couldn't remember his name. Excellent stuff!