JENNIFER HERE - the first time I met George was way way back in December 2007. I had just moved in with my boyfriend at the time and we were hosting a housewarming/ Christmas party, to which George was invited.

As soon as George walked through my door, he caught my eye. Shallow, I know. However, I was already with someone at the time so what can you do, right?

Years later - 2011 actually - and I found myself happily single again. George and I had kept in touch throughout the years as we had similar interests and lived in the same area. One day, however, I happened to bump into him in a cafe whilst he was out on a date...and I found myself incredibly jealous. Or rather, envious.

A few days later, I messaged George to see how his date went. He replied with "fantastic" and my heart fell into my stomach. He then asked if I fancied getting a coffee so of course, I WAS ALL OHMYGODYES.

To make a long but not boring story short: we hung out, then dated, then broke up, then got back together and in January 2012 realised I was desperately in love with George and I knew on that cold Glasgow night in Tinderbox, that I wanted to marry him.

He's kind, generous, humble, funny, intelligent, patient, empathetic,and hot too.

I guess he likes me too because he proposed on my birthday: 22nd May and well, here we are.

GEORGE'S BIT - Dear readers, that is pretty much how it went down. At that party in 2007 Jen compelled me to join Facebook, which helped a lot with the cyber-stalking and pretending to be into the same stuff (I joke!). Cut to 2011 and Jen moving to my neighbourhood, just round the corner. Almost like fate!

It wasn't long before Jen's failed attempt to get me round to fix her cooker. I did some nervous troubleshooting over the phone. It transpired the cooker was turned off at the mains, and Jen was left frustrated but not defeated. I was soon in her front room providing a masterclass on bicycle tyre fitting. The rest is the proverbial history.

The Tinderbox thing by the way. Apparently pouring milk into my coffee from the wee jug via the back of a spoon (stops it dribbling) was enough to seal the deal. Poor Jen had struggled with spillages for years. I was incredulous but grateful. All the more so when I realised how wonderfully happy she made - and makes - me.

She is kind-hearted, courageous, unpretentious, a joy to live with, and has made me a better man. I'm delighted she said 'yes'.

Farts in her sleep though.