Recently in my blog posts I've been highlighting some of the important men in my life. First was this post dedicated to my Dad for Father's Day and then on Wednesday I made you all cringe and perhaps even vomit with this poetic offering to Colin Evans, my first significant crush.
There is another very important man in my life and most of you have "met" him by now - he has featured in previous blog posts, he frequently pops up on my Facebook page and he has appeared in several of my videos, proving himself to be quite the on screen natural! I mean, who could forget this impromptu tap-dancing routine??
Craig and I met in September 2009; I was his teacher, he was my student. Mature student, I hasten to add, nothing untoward or inappropriate going on, I can assure you! I was running Spanish adult evening classes and having received a flyer through his door, Craigy Boy signed on up, eager to learn his maracas from his manzanas.
For all you hopeless romantics out there I'd like to be able to declare unto you that it was love at first sight but I'd be lying through my surgically whitened teeth. Craig was seeing somebody else at the time and I was seeing nobody and was content for it to remain that way - being footloose and fancy free was my preferred state of being. A few months into the classes, however, and the flirtations began as the rest of the class watched on in amusement. It was fun, harmless and all a bit tongue-in-cheek.
The following July a farewell party was held in my honour as I was soon to depart on a year long Peruvian adventure! My wonderful students had all clubbed together to buy me a little something and Craig was chosen to present it to me:
Being the gentleman that he was and continues to be, Craig stayed behind to help me tidy up. He then walked me to my car and as we bid each other good night with a tender hug and a soft kiss on the cheek we both lingered...
That moment! You know the one!!!
The sparks are flying, hearts are thudding, loins are twitching (yes, I did just write that.) and then....
We both pulled away. He was still seeing someone and less than two weeks later and I would be on the other side of the world eating guinea pig. ( In case you're wondering, very chewy and not much meat).
It turns out that I did not in actual fact spend a year cohabiting with Paddington in deepest, darkest Peru; I went, stayed for 3 weeks and then after much deliberation and soul-searching ("Peru is aways going to be here") I flew home to be with Craig. One, two, three..
'Tis true, I may be sending the gush-o-meter into overdrive but I can say with all sincerity that this was one of the better decisions I have made in my life and despite a few road bumps along the way we're still together 5 years down the line.
Just for the record. There is nothing even remotely resembling perfection in our relationship: we niggle, we bicker, we gripe, we groan. He hacks me off at times and I'm pretty sure I royally piss him off on a daily basis, such is my.. erm.. persistent nature. Quite frankly, I don't know why he puts up with me. But he does and in doing so exercises the patience of all the Saints combined.
So I'd say that I lucked out, I got the better deal. What did I get exactly?
In a nutshell: