Our first date was at the cutest wine bar in town - his words, not mine. He was fairly new to London but knew exactly how to make an impression: he turned up with a spare pair of tights because mine had torn on a work trip. It shouldn't have worked - we had completely different interests, completely different worlds - but every conversation just flowed, and every date rolled effortlessly into the next.
Six weeks after meeting, we were on a plane to Turkey together for our first holiday. No overthinking, no hesitation. That's just how it's always been with us - natural, easy, and full of little adventures. The rest, as they say, is history.