Two years ago on this day, at this exact hour, Callum kissed me for the first time.
It was on my front doorstep after our official first date (which was preceded by about 14 unofficial first dates).
He wore a big woollen jumper that day and I remember thinking that I must really like him if I didn’t care that he was dressed like a fisherman.
Yup…
Soooo, I had planned to write more lovely things about him and whatnot, but to be honest I’m now feeling a bit awkward about this overt display of public affection, so I’ll wrap it up.
Suffice to say that Callum is the best man I’ve ever known.
He is the rock to my roll. The paper to my cut. The cheese to my chutney.
And for someone who loves sandwiches as much as I do, this is pretty freaking sweet.
Yours with crusts cut off,
LK
PS – for all you sistas and bristas out there who haven’t yet found the crème to your brulee; **insert annoying platitude here**.
Tommy
June 28, 2011
If you ever do anything like this again, the least you could do is put a disclaimer up front.
I feel sicky.
Ladyketo
June 28, 2011
Oh but I did disclaimer it, young padawan. I said polygamy was for suckers. There was nothing more I could have done…
Ladyketo
June 28, 2011
Tricksy, no?
Cal
June 28, 2011
Hey love, thankyou for declaring your love for me on the interwebs.
Real love is not that which is said to each other, but that which is said in general to the anonymous mass honouring the other.
This my friend is one of those awkward moments mentioned in the blog precis.
Bron
June 28, 2011
i love this. Can’t believe you remember the date of your first kiss. Cute as! Also how do you classify an unofficial date, cos could be useful for future reference and to avoid a guy becoming prematurely hooked!