How I met my husband – stretching the truth

First off, let me apologise if you popped by looking for a Meatless Monday post. It will be business as usual next Monders, but today I’m AWOL celebrating seven years of wedded bliss! Anyways, enough of the slushy stuff…

Honesty is the best policy. I don’t like telling lies which is just as well because I’m a lousy liar. Telling the truth becomes me!

However, I did stretch the truth this one time. This one all important time.

Once upon a time, when I was single, freshly back from travelling and being a full time third wheel to my newly married-loved-up friends, I decided to look for love. On the internet.

Writing a profile was hard yakka. To  sell yourself with a photo and a handful of witty words, oh, the pressure. The photos weren’t a problem. I had a classy one of me in full on party mode looking very boobalicious and another of me with an owl on my shoulder (don’t ask – it was an occupational hazard.) I am sure to this day, that I am the only girl on the internet to have  had a profile picture with an owl upon her shoulder. It was uncool but more to the point, it was unforgettable.


There were a plethora of tick boxes, about appearance, beliefs, hobbies and a wish list. The tick boxes were a breeze, all except for one. The height box.

I am vertically challenged and really rather pleased about it. Let’s face it, I will never bump my head on the ceiling or be too long for the bed. However, my shortness isn’t one of my best features. The tick boxes were pretty unwieldy with an option of 5’0 to 5’3 and the other being 5’4 to 5’8. Being 5’3, without shoes, I decided to tick the 5’4 plus box, because after all, I never leave the house without heels.

This my friends is the day I stretched the truth. But man, I’m pleased I did. Because David only searched for girls who were 5’4 plus.

Of course, he took one look at my platform boots on our first date and realised that the truth had been stretched. Kudos to him, he was gallant enough to buy me a drink (or four) and not to expose my untruth.

We met in November, went to Paris for Valentine’s in February and moved in together later that month. We went the whole hog and got married two years later. In Pink!


I always wanted to get married as close to Valentine’s Day as possible because a) I love love, and b) Valentine’s usually fell in or near school break which was the perfect excuse for a love weekend away! The knot was tied on the tenth, and this year we’re celebrating anniversary number seven. It still feels like heaven!

David of course, is, and was as honest as the day is born. His love of Manchester United, his hatred of brussel sprouts and his soft heart were all as true then, as they are now.

I, on the other hand, am still  short and am still  waiting to grow. But at least I’m honest about it.

David learned a lesson too. Good things do come in small packages!

Have you ever stretched the truth? How did you meet your love?