They say there's always two sides to a story...

It all started during lockdown with a simple swipe on Hinge. After a week of chatting non-stop, we decided to meet in person. Just hours before our date, he playfully asked what car I drove and whether it was big enough. Then came the twist: he tried to convince me he’d catfished me and was actually in a wheelchair. I instantly knew this cheeky chap was having a laugh, so naturally, I played along.

When I pulled up outside his place (of course I'm the driver of this relationship), it came as no surprise that he was perfectly capable of walking. There was no wheelchair in sight, just him greeting me with the cheekiest, cutest smile, looking like he’d actually managed to fool me. After the world’s most awkward car hug, he confidently connected his phone to the speakers and started blasting his music. Classic Kish.

We picked up takeaway drinks from BrewDog in Canary Wharf and wandered along the canal, talking for hours on benches and strolling by the water. Eventually, I found a perfect spot with an even more perfect view. Standing there, looking into each other’s eyes, I couldn’t help wondering, could this be the one? Does he like me back? I even dropped a few not-so-subtle hints for a first kiss, but nothing happened. I drove him home convinced I’d completely misread the whole thing.

But just as I was about to drive off, he leaned in for our first kiss. Magic.

He waited until our second date to invite me in (ever the gentleman) where he officially stole my heart with a homemade three course meal. From that moment on, we’ve been inseparable.

Signed: Darshika, Dedki, Dee :)