A couple of years ago, I totally lied to my parents whom I was still living with to go out on a date with Girlpants. I wore make-up and he had his best Noel Edmund's jumper on. We ate Chinese take out, followed by champagne and strawberries.

Not that we were cheap or anything - but the tradition has continued. Simple, intimate and also the added bonus that we don't fight off the hoards for a table. That's us - romantic but practical as well...

I remember our first date. I was kinda embarrassed that I met Girlpants for crimbo drinkies at Le Château Billinghurst, especially as I had sent him an email that basically bit his head off for sending spam of half clad woman to our email group earlier that year. He talked about his penis car all night and I crimgeworthyly enough, simpered. Then soppy sod that he is, he asked me out by email, and after falsely accusing Jayne of setting us up, I agreed.

So despite being repeatedly warned that he looked like the axe murderer from Corrie Norrie, I agreed to drinks.  Two days later, I agreed to dinner. Then last minute, we looked at movies.

Our first date - Girlpants knows how to woo a girl. I knew he was the guy, right after he bought me my third G&T... Which led to my first candy heart.

Now we're an old married couple, my candy heart is different....