With sex on tap just a right swipe away, it's easy to feel like we're in the midst of a dating apocalypse cheers for that, Tinder. One night, I met Sam, who was staying there too. We drank, flirted and ended up in a bunk bed in an empty dorm.
I snuck back to my room, but the next day he came to ask if I wanted to hang out. We ended up travelling together, and seven and a half years on, we're married. We took the Tube into central London, and I saw a hot guy sitting on his own in our carriage. Buoyed by Dutch courage, I told him he had 'mysterious eyes'. He laughed, we got talking, and he joined us on our night out then we ended up back at his.
The next morning he made me eggs, and we've been inseparable ever since. I was, shall we say, 'accustomed' to one-night stands back then, so after we'd kissed on the dancefloor, I said, 'Are we going back to yours or what? It was awful. Next morning, I left with nothing but an instruction to find him on Facebook.
Good job I did. It's our four-year anniversary soon. I started swiping and got chatting to a cute, polite guy who suggested drinks the next day. I made it clear what I wanted from the get-go, and he obliged. The bonus: he also happened to be smart, funny and kind. We've now lived together for five years.
We ended up back at my halls and got down to it. The next day, I woke up at 9am, necked some Pro Plus and went to my part-time job, thinking I'd never hear from him again. But the next evening, the intercom buzzed - it was Jake. Getty Images. Topics Sex Dating Relationships. By Denise Primbet.
