When I met my DH to be, I was determined to move to London. Determined to leave my life and start fresh in a whole new place. It was New Years' 2006/07, I hadn't gone home that Christmas, single and exhausted, I just wanted time and space to myself. I thought I'd practice going out on my own. I ventured out, flipped a coin to decide where to go (heads: Hugo's, tails: Canoe Club). Hugo's it was. I was in line for the restaurant side (after all eating is a good idea if one is to be drinking). I got to the front of the line and asked if any tickets remained, I was told that there were no more restaurant tickets but that there was still some tickets on the bar side. So I lined up for the bar side. While I was waiting in line, G, part of my DH to be's group of friends, approached me - apparently they overheard my conversation with the hostess - apparently they had a spare ticket that they would sell me. I bought it. Shortly after his group adopted me for the night. DH to be took a real shine to me, and half through the night stated 'I don't care if you're moving to London, you're beautiful let me buy you dinner'.
And that is where it all began, not what I planned, but probably much for the better.
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