OUR
Story
His Story...
In September 2012 as I prepared to run my first and only half marathon, I was out with a couple of mates on a final carb binge pre-race when one of them suggested a quiet “drink” to settle the stomach prior to going to bed. Off we went to that infamous watering hole in Putney “B@1”, where I was assured that one of the most beautiful woman in London would be waiting for us. When I arrived and laid eyes on Jenn for the first time I was blown away and remarked to our friends that “she was the one”. I walked over and introduced myself and was promptly ordered to the bar to fetch her a vodka soda and in the same breath was instructed to buy her friends a round of drinks as well! Despite best attempts at sabotage by all that evening I managed to complete the half marathon the next day, the fact that I had met Jenn is what resonated with me most from that weekend. Our second meeting was a few months later where once again I attempted to woo Jenn at the greatest bar in London; the Holy Drinker. Jenn reminded me 5 minutes into our conversation that she was and would always be a better lawyer than me and it was from this moment that I determined that she was definitely the one (that and her ability to quote verbatim every line from “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”). Finally in January 2013 I managed to pluck up enough courage to ask Jenn out for dinner and during this dinner I asked Jenn if she wanted to go to Mauritius to work and to my surprise she bluntly said yes and promptly moved over to Mauritius to live and work. At this time something happened… we literally spoke every day while she was in Mauritius and to my ecstatic surprise promptly moved back to London 3 months later and we have been inseparable since.
Her Story...
Well I can't say I remember the first moment we met is clear as day, it was in a loud, smelly bar in Putney after all and it is still rather contentious as to whether this was in fact our first meeting… but I digress. What I do however remember is the post facto commentary on my choice of style of apparel that evening, or lack thereof, as it turns out. I distinctly remember being told I was wearing a very ugly grey jacket with brown elbow patches and that he thought I was very good looking but that I dressed very badly. In my defence, it was a casual blazer (on trend circa Autumn 2012) and I have kept it to remind him of the day we allegedly met (or wear it when I need to motivate to him that I need some new clothes). Whether or not this was in actual fact our first meeting, my little greek one has been in my life ever since and it is true story of a “guy meeting a girl”, “guy doing everything he possibly can to win over girl” (including dinner /champagne dates, trips around the world, finding her a job in paradise, buying her expensive stuff on demand, offering her his place to stay when he was away, fetching and carrying her when she is in distress, laughing at her silly toilet humour jokes, listening to her tales of her wild family, giving her his unconditional love and attention, wiping away and hugging out the tears, being more Phil Dunphy, taking on extra curricular studies, travelling some more all while promising to look after her forever and ever), “girl putting him through the wringer one more time to double check his authenticity”, “guy winning girl”. The end. #WWCD
Engagement photos by Harry Pseftoudis