Another old-fashioned type who met my man in person! I always knew I wanted to come to this side of the pond, though initially I studied a summer in France and visited the UK for a week. I then came to do a summer research project in a lab in St. Andrews. I came back the following autumn (2003) to start my Ph.D. in that lab. The summer before I moved I dated a guy I had fancied throughout my undergraduate years, and he even moved to Glasgow for a masters, though he claimed it wasn't for me. He then panicked, and when he came to visit me in St. Andrews said that he didn't want to be in a relationship. I was sad for exactly one day, then got excited about my freedom to date Scottish boys! The next day I went to the Societies Fair at the union to see what groups I wanted to join.
Now this is where fate comes in. During my last year of undergrad, my 2 closest girlfriends decided that we were going to be wenches for Halloween, and sewed our costumes. Then in the summer we wore them to the Ohio Ren Fest, and while there we also talked ourselves into buying proper (and expensive!) leather bodices for them. So when I moved to Scotland, I brought my wench outfit with me, thinking I'd find some use for it there. I was never into re-enactment or anything, so I had no idea where I'd wear it! Well, at the Societies Fair, there were some people dressed in funny clothes, the mediaeval re-enactment society! I thought, 'Why not? I have an expensive leather bodice I need to justify!' and went to the first feast. It was fun, so a few weeks later I went along on their castle trip (visiting some local castles). That day I noticed a very hot Scottish guy with long hair and a delicious accent. We chatted a wee bit and he gave me a conker (he doesn't remember this!). A few days later another member had a mini-feast at his house; I ran into the guy the day of the feast in Semi-Chem or something and he asked if I was coming. At the last minute I decided to go, and spent the evening sitting next to the hot Scot, who I learned was named Gary. I also learned that he was actually a couple of years older than I am despite being a final year undergraduate; he had started university when he was 22. I actually thought he was a bit of a man-whore, but oh so attractive! Maybe good for a fling...
A few days after that was Tavern Night. It was a low turn-out, but that ended up being good because we all chatted a lot and had a really great time. Gary and I ended up exchanging the
cloven orange a lot (progressing from innocent pecks to swapping the clove *cough*), and then eventually we just skipped the orange and were making out in the courtyard of the hall! He came home with me, and we decided to have a bit of a fling until he graduated. Fun!
Except it didn't turn out that way. Along the way we somehow became really good friends, and slipped so easily into a relationship. Before we knew it, we really
were in a relationship and had fallen for each other. However, the way our relationship started and many other complications meant that for the first 2 years of our relationship there was a LOT of drama, and we actually split up 3 times in the first year. But we just couldn't stay apart, and after nearly 3 years of craziness, we settled into living together and letting ourselves fall deeper in love. For a while we were afraid that what kept us together was actually the excitement and adrenaline of the drama, but now we find that we have something even greater and deeper than that first flush of passion ever was. It's been nearly 7 years now since that first Tavern Night, and he still makes me feel all squishy inside. Sometimes we see each other unplanned in town, and my heart just skips a beat at seeing his face unexpectedly. He really is my best friend and my everything.
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