It started in the spring of '15 at a music festival. I remember the air was full of body odour and dirt from the ground being kicked up. I was dancing on my own in a sea of people when I locked eyes with him. Gareth was shimming his way over, weaving through the bopping bodies.
He yelled "Alright darling?" into my ear in a thick British accent.
I smiled and replied, "I like your shirt." He was wearing a button up shirt covered in tiny pink flamingos.
"Thanks, my mum bought it for me." The rest was history...
xx Rachel
I was at a festival with Tuck and Kirst after deciding to stay for more than just the planned 3-week holiday (sorry mum). Tuck was egging me on to 'mingle' when I noticed this smile standing out from amongst the crowd. I wandered over and said "Alright darling? I like you dance moves." (yes, I understand I've never had "game")
She said she liked my shirt and I instinctively informed her that my mother bought it for me. Her joyful laugh prompted me to pass my phone to her on a new contact screen. She proceeded to typed in her first name and number. I added her last name as Gorgeous.
Gareth
One of our very early dates was parasailing for Gareth's 22nd birthday at Manly beach. Who knew that this would be the place we call home years later!
After a New Year's Eve party in Amsterdam with some friends, Gareth had spilled the beans about wanting to propose (which may have been slightly coxed out by Rachel). A few days later, they went ring shopping in Paris.
When they were shopping for the ring, Gareth told Rachel "You can choose the ring now, but you won't know when I'm going to propose." However, once Rachel chose the ring, the lovely shop assistant advised of a recent robbery outside the jewellery store and to keep the ring safe. Rachel saw Gareth's face go white.
That night, they had booked to go see the cabaret. In the cab on the way to pre-show drinks, Rachel noticed Gareth's hand deep in his pocket. This was the night...