Engaged on a Train

It was on a train somewhere between Kentish Town and West Hampstead that I popped the question. Without a ring. And strictly speaking without actually popping the question. I didn’t get down on one knee. It was more of a hushed whisper. But then again in a world of wannabe romantics all looking to get engaged on the top of the Eiffel Tower or on the London Eye at least I managed to be unique.

I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t gone off and bought a ring, I was vaguely planning something in my mind but when I looked into her eyes I knew the moment has come and the words tumbled out. It was pure instinct. It was the best thing I’ve ever done.

The next day I went down on one knee in front of H Samuel in Brent X and placed a very nice piece of costume jewelry on the finger of my beloved.


As I write this I’m reminded that it took me months just to get the words “I love you” out of my mouth. Even when I did finally tell her I almost had a heart attack from nerves. Then I said it again and again and again and now I can’t stop telling her.

It’s only been 10 months since we met and yet somehow she’s changed my whole life. She makes me laugh. She makes me laugh hysterically when she makes jokes that only the two of us would understand. I’ve never experienced that before and I never understood how important it was.

She makes me ask myself a million times a day how it’s possible that I could get so lucky. It took me a long time to believe that it was real. She keeps telling me over and over again that I’ve given her a home. Yet I keep thinking that it’s her who’s given me one. The funny thing is that it didn’t take me long to understand I loved her. The hard part was accepting the fact that she loves me back. I’m too embarrassed to admit how long it took me to accept that singular beautiful truth.

The way it happened is so incredibly simple. In June 2013 I went on an internet date with a nurse. The first words I ever spoke to her were “wow you look much better than your photo!” A bottle of wine, some awesome conversation later and I knew I wanted to see her again. I didn’t want that first date to end.

Anyone who’s seen the movie Swingers knows that you have to wait at least 3 days to call a girl you’re interested in so as not to scare her away. I lasted 48 hours, God knows how I made it that long. We had our second date and then a third and fourth and well the rest,as they say, is history.

I think in that first week alone we saw each other four times. It was easy, she made it easy. She’s still making it easy. Every day we have together is a gift. One that I had resigned myself to believing I was never going to receive.

At the end of the day it comes down to a simple fact. I love her and she loves me.

I will treasure this beautiful woman for the rest of my life.