me too!...
I met my Hubby after my first true love had broken my heart as a tender 17 year old. I was having my lunch by the river where I live, wearing an extremely (

) attractive deckchair type local supermarket uniform( ugh!), and saw my predatory 'pub mates' seducing a bunch of grockles that were having a weeks holidays on the broads.
After having to suffer the embarrasment of being seen in public by people that knew me in THAT uniform, he asked me out for a drink that night (he had been drinking all day I tell myself!) and then I spent three headonistic (naked together on the roof of a boat on the river in the warm summer night drinking wine and loving life! FABULOUS!) days on his boat before he left to go back to Yorkshire. Well if you can't do it when you are 18 you never will!
and in the words of my Dads wedding speech, 'this tall dark, handsome and disgustingly slim (yes pop you are a bit portly lol!) lad kept coming back again and again and again...'
When he used to leave after our weekends together I used to joke that I'd see him next weekend I never imagined that I would... that was *cough* *splutter* almost 12 years ago now
Having met the OH just two weeks after my 18th birthday it certainly narrowed the field a bit when it came to getting 'out there' but I have every admiration for those who are brave enough to just go and get on with it and not let it be what defines them - i have friends who are serial singles and it is their sole topic of conversation when they will meet Mr Right

.
So you go girl and enjoy it I'm sure that we all here are sufficiently nosey enough to want to know whats happening next..

especially those of us who are in that comfy little cushion of a long term love!!
Lorna x