So as promised, here is the post you’ve been waiting for. The one telling you all the gossip about the new man in my life.
And so I’ll begin.
We met almost a month ago now for a first date in a quiet countryside pub. I’d seen his profile on an online dating site and recognised a few of his friends pictured with him and decided to say hello. We got on well straight away, and nothing changed over that first cup of coffee in the August sunshine.
Like me, he was honest, straight to the point and very open about his life. He told me he’d very recently got out of a 10 year relationship, we discussed the fact I was still friends with my most recent ex. No topic was too taboo. We even discussed my weight, although I didn’t go into too much detail. He’s outdoorsy, adventurous, funny, not to mention very tall, dark and ruggedly handsome. He seemed like a genuinely lovely guy, and although I was still seeing a few other people at the time I knew I wanted to meet him again. It wasn’t until the end of date two when I realised I could really like this guy.
We’d watched a silly movie, leaned in close, flirted a little, and as we said goodbye much to my suprise he finally pushed me gently back against my car and leaned in for our first kiss. As we parted and I looked up at him, my arms now wrapped around his neck I felt a little flutter. I fancied this guy. I wanted to know what would come next.
By the end of date three in which he took me for a meal out and cocktails at a fancy bar I could actually see the potential for something real. I started to imagine what life would be like as his girlfriend, and only two dates later that’s exactly what happened.
We made plans to go walking in the lake district together, discussed spending our winter evenings running 10ks round the local parks then snuggling up on the settee under a blanket, he even met Dan and in return I was introduced to his friends.
Whilst it’s still early days it’s always easy to tell when something feels right, almost effortless happiness.
Last night when I arrived at his house he showed me an empty cupboard, informing me he had removed all the chocolate, junk food and other temptations from his house, because he didn’t want to be a bad influence on me when he knew eating healthy was important to me. I never even hinted at him doing this, but the fact he thought to do so, and then carried it through to make me happy made me heart melt a little. I knew I’d found someone worth keeping.
So whilst I admit my gym routine has slackened and I’ve eaten a little too many chips during the last fortnight, my future seems bright and rosy.
Because at the end of the day there is more to life than just being healthy, and if you can find someone who makes you happy in life, then you can overcome any challenges, together.
