A candid tale of 20-something humanness and extended note to self.

Thursday, 1 September 2011

RelaSUNships; the best kind.

The ring, the bracelet, and the diary entry that is far too gushy for anyone to ever read...

There are two things that depress me about the first week of September this year. Firstly, I work as a business administrator in a busy college, which means that come September, the peaceful haven that is a one person queue for a chocolate croissant, will be painfully destroyed. Secondly, it will be one year on since my brief but blissful oh-my-gosh-am-I-dreaming holiday romance under a fierce canarian sun in Playa de Las Americas, Tenerife. One year on from Karl, the incredibly charming, deliciously sexy, biceps-the-size-of-Mars window fitter from Southampton heaven, that rocked my holiday. The guy that made me contemplate accidentally missing my flight, as I miserably packed my bikini and prepared to travel back to a Karl-less life.

After finding him irresistible in a bar on night number one, and realising that he kept glancing over at me too (I did get my best friend to confirm this before we moved to phase two of our investigation), the same best friend dragged me over to him and his best friend, and before I even knew his name we were dancing, rather disgracefully to a song I'd never heard of, like it was our last night on earth. Believe me, if it had been, I'd have had no regrets!

After he impressed me by doing the 'big fish, little fish' dance with me (in sync, and without looking like a flailing walrus!), we decided to take our new-found relasunhip to the next level, and shared our first, surprisingly romantic kiss. And that was that, our fate was sealed.

Later on that night, cosying up on a wall (so romantic...) that overlooked drunk central, myself and Karl discovered that we had the most important factor in common- we were both madly fond of roast beef dinners, with gravy, and crispy potatoes. Our respective best friends, who were by the way, getting cosy too, declared that we were soul-mates, and by the end of our first night, Karl was on one knee proposing with a baby pink, flashing LED ring. As far as classy moments go, that was definitely up there.

The pair of them came back to our villa, and didn't leave until the night before we left. Karl and I talked and danced, cooked chips,  chased each other around with an inflatable whale, contemplated getting married in a local chapel, decided that getting married in a local chapel probably wasn't wise, and instead laid in the sun for far too long holding hands until we were both a wonderfully attractive shade of crimson. On our last night together, we slept out on the balcony (which, may I add, overlooked the whole island- a very movie like moment!), talked about life, counted how many stars we could see (he said 26, I said 23), and watched both the sunset, and the sunrise in the morning. Despite the fact that I looked like something out of Sean of the Dead by the end of it, it was, without a doubt, one of the best nights of my life.

And I loved every second of my holiday romance. There's something about being on holiday that intensifies the tiniest of sparks between people and inspires you to embrace every single moment. After all, unless you fall head over heels in love with someone (which given just a week, is pretty much an Olympic event), there's no room for genuine heartbreak. Believe me, by the time I landed back at Gatwick I had come to terms with being de-Karled, and was instead completely thrilled, grateful, and excited about the whole experience. Do it girlies. If the opportunity for a bit of romance in the sun comes along, take it. You won't regret it!

And one year on? Karl and I are, surprisingly, still in touch. We haven't yet met up, but we have been planning too for months on end now, and will do eventually I'm sure! And though we're still debating the 26/23 issue, and flirt a ridiculous amount, we have since realised that both liking roast beef dinners is only the green light of dating when you're 2000 miles away. But we're definitely always going to be fond of each other, and I can't wait to meet up with him and reminisce!

And as for planning the wedding, we haven't set a date yet, but the menu is well and truly sorted!

So that's it ladies. That's my holiday romance. I'm a sucker for a good story. Have you ever had one, and do you still speak now? I want to know! :)

Take care. x

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