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It was videogames that kind of brought us together in the first place, playing Streets Of Rage into the small hours of the morning in our shit student house in Manchester, whilst my girlfriend of the time was out cheating on me with her fiancé.
So there we were, with me thinking 'She's well fit and my current relationship is a disaster zone, but I'm going to look like a twat if I make a move on her when I've got a girlfriend, and I don't think she likes me like that anyway.'
As I found out later, Mrs Hearthly was there thinking, 'I really like him but he's already got a girlfriend and I don't think he'd go for me anyway, so I won't do anything'.
As such mutual desire and frustration were played out with some serious co-op beatdowns on the mean Streets of Rage.
The end of that story is that I moved out of the student house not long after, after my relationship with my girlfriend entered a seriously toxic phase.
(She basically raped me one night after getting home from a night out completely hammered, I was in bed and fast asleep, she woke me up by sitting astride me naked, I always sleep naked and I'm like 'No way I'm not in the mood and you've been out with him anyway, piss off' sort of thing, and all she'd do was say stuff like 'I want to fuck' whilst swinging her tits at me and my TRAITOR COCK cracked out into a stiffy and she shagged me whilst I'm saying 'I don't want to do this'. When she'd satisfied herself (I hadn't come) she got off me and fucked off to the kitchen to get something to eat. It wasn't very pleasant. I have a horrible feeling she'd shagged her fiancé prior to coming back to our house and like, hadn't even had a wash or anything so there was probably still his spunk up there, and we weren't using condoms 'cause she was on the pill.)
So one night when she was out cheating on me again, I got my dad to do an emergency rescue raid, so he drove down and we chucked all my stuff in the back of his gas van and I moved home. The student house was empty that night as the Future Mrs Hearthly (FMH, I like Trousers' abbreviation) was out too, and Crazy Cheryl (the other occupant of the house) was at her boyfriend's - as such it was a clean getaway.
(I was studying at Manchester Uni, the student house was just south of Central Manchester, my dad's house is in North Manchester, so easily doable for Uni on the Metrolink.)
The only problem with this was I completely lost contact with FMH, this was 1994 so no mobiles, email, Facebook or anything like that, and the student house didn't have a phone in it either. (Well it did, but the bill hadn't been paid so it got cut off.)
Unbelievably my 'relationship' with my girlfriend actually lurched on for another month or so, although I was basically being used as a booty call which did wonders for my mental wellbeing and self-esteem.
The student house situation collapsed completely after I left and everyone moved out, FMH and my 'girlfriend' to the same halls of residence. (Crazy Cheryl went to a different student house with other friends.)
One night I went round to the halls of residence to deliver my on-call sex service, but my girlfriend was out (with 'him'), so on a whim I asked the porter guy to ring through to FMH's room, who was in and said she'd go to the bar with me. We spent the whole night together and got on really well, talking happily for hours, she said she'd missed me after I'd moved out of the student house and I said I felt the same way about her, but even despite all this, nothing happened because I was technically still going out with my girlfriend, so at the end of the evening I went home without us having so much as hugged or kissed but with a sort of 'It'd be lovely to see you again'.
A couple of weeks later my girlfriend finally dumped me completely, and amazingly I tried to argue that it didn't have to be over. (I was all kinds of fucked up back then.) But the dumping was delivered and that was that.
Within a couple of days I was feeling perkier if a bit emotionally dinged up, and realised very quickly that I was much better off. Deciding that POSITIVE ACTION was required I rang up the halls of residence, got put through to Mrs H's room and asked her if she'd like to go out with me for a drink, to which the answer was yes. (There were loads of pubs and clubs to choose from at the time, we liked the same music so would go to The Stomp together and stuff like that.)
So we went out a couple of times for drinks, I lent her my SNES and we played games in her room, and listened to music together and went shopping and all sorts of nice cosy things, after a few days I MADE MY BIG MOVE on her and we had a first kiss. That was 1994. We got married in 1998, so it'll be our twentieth wedding anniversary next year.