James' Version:

Priscilla and I met at a place called Neverland in South West London, through my best man, Dan. The first time we met, Priscilla had been out for a few drinks the night before and really wasn't that interested in meeting anyone that day. But ended up meeting her future husband, funny how things work out!

We played table tennis / ping pong and I can finally admit I let her win. I didn't know Priscilla well then, but wow did I make a mistake thinking she might need the extra confidence of beating me at table tennis.

We had a few (you can guess what a few means) drinks and eventually asked for her phone number to take her on a proper date. This is where the real fun began...

I took her to a cosy pub in Wandsworth where we stayed for about 5 hours getting to know each other. Priscilla actually had plans to go out to a nightclub that night but in true Priscilla fashion, she was all talk. She ended up home by 10 passed out in her room with a takeaway. I already had a feeling after the first date that it was going to be something special, partly because right when I was leaving our first date Priscilla tried to playfully kick my feet together.

She'd had a few drinks so there was absolutely nothing playful about it, she absolutely cleaned me out. Priscilla then kissed me, said what a great time she'd had and ran off to catch the tube. I sort of knew at that point the sort of person I'd end up marrying and she's lived up to that personality ever since.

Priscilla's Version:

On the day I met James, I was wildly hungover (which rarely happens so it was serious) and tried canceling on my friend Sophie who kept trying to make me go out with her and these guys who she had just met the night before. I wasn't able to get out of the plans but did show up about four hours late that day. My game plan was to show up for a bit, lay low and then run home as soon as possible. Instead I met James and we chatted the entire night. He even convinced me to go to the next place with the group (shock). A couple of hours later as I was leaving to meet my Indian takeout at home, he asked for my number and I gave it to him.

James already talked about our first date so I won't go into more detail except for the fact that I did NOT "clean him out" when I tried to trip him, but I did mess it up and it may have SEEMED as though I just kicked him instead. It was still a great first date.

I will share when I first started to realize that he was going to be the person that I married. Less than three months into dating James and a month before the trip, I casually invited him to Texas to spend New Years with me and to meet my family at a party. I genuinely did not think he would make the effort, but he worked with his parents to change his flights to Texas to meet me. A flight diversion from hell and a six hour drive with a stranger (my cousin Edward) later, he made it to the valley. A party with my family is a cool 100 people getting together to drink and dance which can be intimidating for some, but in true James fashion, he thrived. Most importantly, he fell into step with my family as if he was always meant to be there.

Since then, James and I have navigated four years in London together, two years and counting in Boston and one year of our incredibly clever and beautiful daughter, Emilia. It's safe to say that I am really glad that I went out that day six years ago.