I met DH at a work colleague's 21st birthday party, in an upstairs room of a pub in June 1963. I nearly didn't go as it meant an hour on 2 buses to get there.
Anyway I did go and saw this tall, dark and handsome chap wearing a red waistcoat which matched the red dress I was wearing. I thought "He looks alright - maybe I might go out with him until my holiday with my girl friends in August"
Well, I did go out with him as planned and then went on holiday with the girls, had a great time and thought I would finish the relationship on return as I didn't want to settle down - I was 19 and in my prime per Miss Jean Brodie!
However, when I met up with him again, he had bought me a lovely handbag for my birthday (which had been while I was away) so I thought it would be ungracious and ungrateful to finish with him that night.
So we carried on seeing each other and before I really knew what was happening, we got serious, he proposed, we got engaged on the 12-month anniversary of meeting and married on the 2 year anniversary, in 1965.
57 years of marriage later, with 2 wonderful children and 4 marvellous grandchildren, he is my rock and we have grown old and grey together and I am thankful every day to be so blessed.