The Story Of Meeting The Missus 9 Years Ago Today

The date was 26th March 2006. The time was 01.44 am. The location was The Academy in Birmingham. The inebriation status was ‘wasted’.

This was when the missus and I met for the first time. I was a fresh-faced twenty-year old living in London on my placement year from Uni, whilst the missus was a slightly fresher-faced eighteen-year old in her first year at Uni. I’d returned to Brum for the weekend to see some mates and have a night out, unaware that my life would change forever. I’d love to say that we had one of those moments from a romantic film in which our eyes met across the room and we were instantly drawn to each other. The reality though is slightly different…

The truth is that I massively pissed off Hay and was lucky not to have my youthful face bloodied and bruised. You see, my mate and I used to photobomb before it became mainstream. If we saw someone taking a photo, we’d try to get in on the snap without them noticing. I know what you’re thinking, very mature, right?!

Well on this night at Ramshackle – an Indie and Rock night – we spotted four blokes posing for a photo. Just like a predator stalking it’s prey, my mate and I attempted to sneak into the photo. But we were caught…the next thing I knew, I had this raging beast (aka the missus) shouting at me about how we just ruined her photo and how we were immature. Not prepared to get beat up, I hastily retreated with my tail between my legs. (N.B. We still have the photo she took – my mate is in it, but the missus had cut me out!).

Later that night, I was *dancing* (more likely moshing to the likes of Taking Back Sunday or Funeral For A Friend) when both Hay and I spotted each other. I cowered in fear as I prepared for a beating, but instead she approached me with something that looked like a smile. Boom, my charm had worked once again (N.B. “once again” is definitely an over statement)!

We ended up talking for a good few hours, although neither of us can really recall what was said. The only thing we can remember is that I suffered verbal abuse (aka bants) as she compared my appearance to Mr Tumnus, the half-man, half-horse like creature from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Being the classy broad she was, we parted our separate ways without even a phone number or kiss being exchanged. Man, what a waste of four hours of effort!

Understandably, I didn’t think I’d ever see her again, but later that night, my mate got a text message from Hay. It turns out they knew each other and I was obviously on her mind as she’d text him to apologise if she offended me. Throw out the bait and reel ’em in! Rather than accept the apology, I asked my mate to text her my number and apologise herself. The ploy worked and we began chatting a lot, before getting together a month later when I next visited Uni.

Dave and Hayley Young

A rare photo of a young Dave and Hay when I used to have a man living in my hair…

The rest, as they say, is history. Fast forward nine years and we’re still happily together, although now we are married, with an awesome baby girl and cool sausage dog. This nearly a decade has flown by in the blink of an eye and it doesn’t really feel like much has changed between us. We are still pretty much the same people, only a bit older, wiser and battle-scarred. Things haven’t always been easy and relationships need to be worked at, but it is well worth it. I’m grateful to have the chance to wake up everyday with my best friend and share my life with the person I fell in love with all those years ago.

Here’s to another nine years 🙂

How did you meet your partner? Was it love at first sight or did you have to work at getting in their head, heart and pants? Let me know in the comments below 🙂

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  • El and Baby A

    Who needs love at first sight when you have photo bombing! That photo caption is hilarious – almost as funny as the hair!

    • Haha exactly – I should be rich for *inventing* it but alas I am not. Oi. your just jealous – that was many years of straightening it!

  • Mornapiper

    I met husband outside the stroke unit when we were both medical students. I liked his rucksack and hands and he thought I was ‘cute but chubby’. Eighteen months later I shed two stone and my boyfriend of four years and took up with my now husband. We’ve been together for 12 years now- he lost the bag but his hands are still nice!

    • Haha great story. I’m pleased that you still like his hands 🙂

  • Donna Wishart

    Oh I love a good story. You definitely look like a mosher! x

  • Moderate Mum

    Altogether now! Awwwwwww! I met my husband about 15 years ago also in a drunken state somewhere in Birmingham – probably the Gun Barrels. Our story wasn’t as love at first sight as yours though!

  • Victoria Welton

    This is LOVELY! I met Ross at my drama group – mutual interests and all that. We went for coffee and landed up talking for nearly 4 hours! (why did that man move out of your hair then?!) Thanks for linking to #PoCoLo

    • Thanks 🙂 Bless, always nice when the hours can fly by in conversation when you first meet. Not quite sure – maybe he wasn’t looking for a threesome?!

  • Carry on Katy

    Aw! This is lush! You sure are a lucky guy. And I totally want to see a pic of the cool sausage dog.
    I met my man playing on a gig for Charlotte Church. He was her bass player and I was covering do a pal on CDuk. We did the gig and he asked for my number. I said yes out of politeness because frankly, he looked exactly like my Dad. Small and bald with a bum chin.
    We went on a date and got hammered and had a filthy Chinese. Our second date was 3 days later. I told my pal there and then that he was my husband. And this he was.
    Now we have two kids. One has inherited the bum chin xxx

    • Man, that is a big thumbnail of your mug! Haha great story – all hail Charlotte Church!

  • stoppingattwo

    Another fab post! Always love reading what you write.
    Thanks for linking up to #SundayStars

  • Everyday30 Rose

    Love a good meet cute and this is no exception!

  • Tim

    My wife and I met at uni too – there were also a couple of years between us. We kind of got together almost by accident because I helped hook up my flatmate with her best friend, and we sort of fell into going out together. Two years later, thee girls moved into the same flat we had had two years previously, and the four of us essentially spent every weekend back together again. We’ve all been best friends ever since – the girls were bridesmaids at the respective weddings and we’re godparents to each other’s children too.

    • That’s nice – always cool when everyone gets on so well. A lot of good things have come out of accidents!

  • Awww this is such a great meeting story! How awesome.
    And here I am about to release my inner geek, my husband and I met playing World of Warcraft… we played in the same guild together for years and the I decided to travel over to Denmark to meet him… first time I had ever flown on my own … nerve wracking!! I stayed over there for two weeks and he came over to the UK to visit for a week a month later and three months after that I moved over there and we moved into a flat together. We spent 14 months living in Denmark and the we moved to the UK and got married and had Boo.
    Life is great =)

    • Sorry, but HAHAHAHA you big geek! 🙂 Great story though – must have been pretty daunting going to a different country to meet, but great that everything worked out so well for you guys 🙂

  • Nat/Unexpectant Mother

    Fab story. I met R at uni too, we were on the same course but different branches. In first yr one of my friends thought he was hot and I laughed at her, he was a bit chubby with really tall hair.
    In our placement year we had a ‘returners day’ so loads of us went back. He’d lost weight and cut his hair, but alas a different friend had got in there first and was flirting with him. resulted in me hooking up with his mate, which continued in to the start of final year but fizzled out. Then after sitting next to R in lectures and him drawing all over me (cos we are obviously 5) I realised I was completely in to him. We drunk a lot of rum and admitted our love for each other. He had a word with his housemate and the rest is history.

    I still can’t drink rum. My friends are all still slightly surprised. Especially seeing as I love the Northern accent. I still can’t believe I willingly moved to the South…

  • WifeMumStudentBum

    Aww this is lovely. Love the pics from yesteryear!