It was New Years Eve 2008 and for the first time in my life, I sat alone, drinking champagne and cried my way into the chimes of Big Ben. Would I ever find true happiness in my life again? Feeling very sad and sorry for myself I decided it was time to head for bed and hope that 2009 would be a better year than 2008 had been. I had separated from my husband in the summer, following many unhappy and unfulfilled years of marriage.
Just as I was about to switch off the TV, on came an advert ... "Do you want to find your perfect partner in 2009" ... Ordinarily I wouldn't have listened. I had always vowed not to do internet dating as my sister had tried many sites (not Parship), with absolutely no luck and quite a few disastrous dates. But this site sounded different. Perhaps nothing to lose, I took a note of the name of the site. Parship. Little did I know from that day on, this would change my life forever.
The very next day, I sat down with a cup of coffee and decided I would log onto the site and see what it was all about. I really liked the compatibility test. At least this way, I might have some chance of meeting someone who matched my requirements. I felt it important to complete all the profile. After all, being serious about finding my ideal partner, it was important to make sure they knew sufficient about me to want to contact me. Finding decent pictures was a challenge! (I hate having my photo taken). But I managed to find a couple I was reasonably happy with and the task was complete.
Over the course of a month or so, I chatted to a few men online. I sent and received a few icebreakers. But I never did really feel they told me much about the person, so I devised some icebreaker questions of my own which I felt would give me a good understanding of what the person was really like. I only ever talked to 2 men on the phone, neither of which I particularly felt a connection to.
In mid February a new profile came onto my listings. We were 83% compatible according to Parship. I liked the sound of him from his profile and wrote to him immediately with my own icebreakers and released my picture. He responded immediately. We chatted freely online and soon we were speaking on the phone. Arranging the first date was proving very difficult. We both work full time and lead busy lives. Both our jobs mean we travel a great deal. After a few attempts to find a suitable day, it was clear we were both getting quite frustrated and I think he began to think I wasn't interested. I got an email saying "if we cant even organise a first date, it doesn't bode well for the future, perhaps we should just forget it". I was completely gutted and wrote to tell him exactly that.
Well, we did make the first date. We met in a pub close to Luton (he was visiting a friend) and this was not far for me. The only downside of our relationship is the distance – he lives in Swindon, I live in Hertfordshire. As soon as I walked into the pub and saw him standing at the bar, I had a fantastic feeling we were going to get along. He looked even more handsome than his photos and I fancied him immediately. The evening passed by very quickly, we chatted very freely. We both asked each other what we were looking for in a relationship. His answer was simple. "I want someone to rock my world". At the end of the evening, there was the awkward moment in the carpark ... will he, wont he? He kissed me on the cheek. Part of me was happy about this as it showed he was a gentleman. The other part of me was rather disappointed – because I'd wanted to kiss him and also perhaps it meant he didn't really fancy me. I didn't have to wait long to find out. By the time I got home, there was a text. He said he had had a really nice evening, thought I was really lovely and wanted to see me again. He wasn't sure how I felt though.
That first date was 10th March. Things started quite slowly as following just 2 dates, Pete went to Australia for a month with his daughter. We talked quite a lot on the phone and texted all the time. We were both eager to meet up again when he returned. Our next date was in London. We spent the day in Leicester Square, Covent Garden and sitting sipping white wine on a boat on the Thames. It was the perfect date and the perfect day. We made up for lost time on the kissing side!
After that date, we have tried to see as much of each other as we possibly can and there are not many weekends we don't spend together. I have met both his children (18 year old boy and 15 year old girl); he has met my 5 year old daughter. All my friends that I have introduced Pete to think he is lovely. We had our first holiday a month ago in Cyprus. We laughed all the time and I have never ever felt so happy and so in tune with someone in my entire life. I fall in love with him more and more each time we see each other and I know that unless the world comes to an end, Pete and I will be together for the rest of our lives, because we have both truly found that person who rocks our world.