I'm not sure if I'm allowed to take part because Gaz is arguably my
more nerdy half (and you probably all know the story anyway?) but...
In April 2014 I started seeing a counsellor because I was ANGRY ALL THE TIME and my then partner (dickhead) had convinced me it was because of history and shit and that I just needed to talk about it and everything would be OK. May 5th, I went to see counselling man for the 4th or 5th time and told him I was STILL ANGRY. He asked why and at first I couldn't pinpoint a reason but then I randomly just started talking about the way dickhead loaded the dishwasher.
I got home after the session, later that day I'm unloading the dishwasher and I start getting angry again so I tell dickhead he has to leave.
May 9th, with a little Russian courage (Smirnoff) I sign up to OKCupid with the intention of having casual sex with anyone vaguely interesting/attractive. Send a few messages, dick about on the Internet, put off going to bed a couple of times but circa midnight-1am I'm getting drowsy... just before switching off I happen upon Gaz's profile and it makes me laugh. Something about web developers doing all the hard work on websites and getting none of the credit, or whatever. I send him a message.
Over the weekend we are messaging back and forth and then he goes quiet. He's seen my message - OKCupid tells you this - but doesn't reply. I panic, think that he's been scared off, so do the completely rational, sensible thing and start sending him messages.. Are you OK? Have I offended you? Sorry if I said too much!
Turns out he'd been on the road all day.
So anyway, despite looking like a desperate nutcase, we arrange to meet up for a "not date" on the 16th May. Gaz picks me up, I panic and can't find my house keys. Spend 10 minutes running round the house getting increasingly more flustered and panicky, until I realise that the keys were on the sofa right where I'd been sat the whole time (I'd literally lined things up ready to go).
Not date goes well, we eat and laugh, it's getting late... we go back to his place, laugh laugh laugh. Gaz goes into the kitchen to pour me a glass of wine, then comes back and sits next to me on the sofa, putting his arm behind me (but not actually touching me) and asks if it's OK. Not wanting the whole night to go that slowly I did the only thing I could think of: straddled him and snogged his face off.
Mr "doesn't want anything serious" and Ms "just wanted sex" hit it off and fell in love. Aww. We married on the 16th May last year and celebrate our anniversary next week.
Oh, and he loads the dishwasher perfectly.