Ages and ages ago I asked my loyal readers to ‘Ask me anything’. And ask you did.
Helen W asked – I love a bit of romance – how did you & Pete meet?
In March 2003, I had just started at the Ministry of Defence. Pete at the time was behind the scenes and I really didn’t know much about him. I knew of him, but that was all. I was going out with L at the time and I was just plodding along, trying to get out of the temping worm hole and get a permanent job.
We first started our exchange of words which would eventually change our lives forever around about September of that same year.
Pete was also in a relationship.
Don’t worry, this isn’t one of those stories…
Anyway, with lots of banter between us and the other people around us, Pete had somehow got the nickname, Pikey and I had ended up Shimoo. I am more upset about my one considering its a name of a whale. I don’t even remember how those names came about…
I always get on better with Men. Sure I flirt and give a little dig here and there, but because women are so bitchy, it’s easier for me to talk to the male of the species.
In the January of 2004, after one weekend, both me and Pete had come into work with the raging, emotional hump.
Both of us, completely co-incidentally had split with our partners. Neither of us really knew much about the other’s relationships but here we were, destroyed by loves fickle hand. Pete probably more so due to being engaged.
I joked at the time that it didn’t matter, I’d marry him if he couldn’t find anyone else.
I didn’t know he’d take it so literally…
As the weeks went on, I found that elusive permanent job and when it came to me leaving in April 2004, I found that I was going to miss Pete a lot more than I thought.
We’d had grown closer, although we never thought of rebounding with each other; He helped me through my miscarriage, without him even realising.
We helped each other out without the it getting complicated.
I left the MOD and went to the US for a holiday and that was that.
I started a new job and all of a sudden the anxiety of meeting new people and moving on and on top of that my dog dying, was a little overwhelming.
In walks in Pete to save the day.
I always remember him saying ‘If my friend needs a hug, then I’ll be there’.
He was just what I needed.
Soon it was St George’s day and Pete had been hearing rumours that apparently we were ‘going out’. News to us we thought, so we decided to have a little fun at our friends expense.
That night whilst celebrating our patron saint, we cooed and flirted outrageously with each other, just to make a point to our friends that WE WERE NOT DATING.
Little did we realise that we were doing this for real and no-one really bought it.
The next week on the 30th of April, Pete and I decided to go for a drink, just the two of us. Well, actually, it was as a group of us, but one by one people dropped out leaving the pair of us.
This my friends was Cupids intervention.
We had drinks, which led to dinner at Brown’s, where I KNOW I had tuna steak but Pete swears blind it was Salmon. (I’m right by the way). We talked and talked and talked and then, when we was walking back to the tube we turned to each other and said ‘ What are we doing?! Would it be so bad if we were to go out?’
No, it wasn’t bad. It was a blooming marvellous idea.
Incidentally, that spot where we made our realisation was the same spot where we said I love you to each other, a few weeks later, completely by chance.
He is my world and I think he kind of likes me too. When I think back to that time 8 years ago, and what we have accomplished, endured, loved and lost, he has been the only person who I would have wanted shared it all with.
My pikey, with his lady arms.
How’s that Helen?
I’ll be answering another question soon, but if you want to ask me anything, leave me a comment below.