I have been with my boyfriend for a while now but there’s something I really don’t understand. When he comes to meet me, I suddenly develop horrendous sickly feelings (poor guy). I don’t know whether I’m going to hyperventilate, be sick or pass out with the amount of butterflies in my stomach. I literally become a bumbling nervous wreck. It’s funny what love does to you even after a long time. For example, we’ve both become accustomed to live with eachothers annoyances – he’s worked out that my patience begins to fray after around three minutes and after seven minutes, I’m at boiling point – and I have learned to live with the fact that as soon as football comes on, he will purposely ignore the telephone (of course, he will deny this but I know much better) and I become a Football Widow. Knowing these little habits, I think, makes us all the more quirky. Who cares if sometimes he disappears to the strange place in the UK that all men seem to gather where there is ‘no signal’, or if he picks on me for not finishing my dinner and says I need the childrens menu. I still love him even more for all the teasing and utter torture he puts me through on a daily, no wait, hourly basis.

I think one of my favourite lines from him came today whilst I was ‘fannying around’, as he likes to call the swift *cough* hour or so it takes me to get ready. I asked him if I looked okay and when he replied with “yes, more than ok” (awww) I must have looked disappointed as he said, “If you’d like me to start telling you that you look shit then that’s fine because telling you that you look nice doesn’t make you happy…” I could have caught a fly. What a thing to say. I know I may protest that I do not look like the next Gisele but come on now, less of the chelping or there’ll be consequences…ahem.

Anyway, the bottom line of all of this is that quite simply, I could not live without him. Without him in my life, who ever will shout “Stop being a pussy!” at me at the top of their voice in public, bully me into putting my money away at the ticket machine (we like wrestling over this) and watch Tool Academy with me on a Monday night? Nobody.

All joking aside, he’s the angel in my life and in my eyes, he’s perfect.