Real-life: ‘How I Met My Part­ner’

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When I was 37 and look­ing for love, I felt like I was at a dead end be­cause all of my friends were mar­ried or had kids. It was harder to meet new peo­ple be­cause we couldn’t all go out so­cial­is­ing in the same way that we used to. I found my­self sit­ting in the house al­most ev­ery night with a glass of Coca-cola and a bag of crisps. All I could think was, ‘Is this go­ing to be my life?’. I was a bit lonely if I’m be­ing hon­est, I did see my friends but not of­ten be­cause they had their own fam­i­lies to get on with. I de­cided I had to do some­thing about it. I felt a lit­tle left be­hind. I knew some­one who’d put ad­verts in the lo­cal pa­pers in the hope of find­ing a com­pan­ion. So, I took a huge gulp and de­cided to place an ad in the ‘lonely hearts’ col­umn of my lo­cal news­pa­per.

Tak­ing the plunge... I had to write a short de­scrip­tion of my­self and what I was hop­ing to find. I re­mem­ber writ­ing that I was look­ing for a non-smoker, aged 35-45 and some­one who en­joyed go­ing out so­cial­is­ing. Men who were in­ter­ested would leave their phone num­ber and if you wanted to meet up with them or chat more you would just give them a ring, you didn’t have to meet or talk to any­one you didn’t want to. A lot of my friends were nat­u­rally con­cerned, they asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it. When I was go­ing on a date with one of the men, I’d al­ways leave them a note of what I was wear­ing and where I was go­ing just in case. For around 18 months I found my­self be­ing wined and dined, it was great fun. I met a lot of dif­fer­ent peo­ple, but none of them ever came to any­thing. I met peo­ple who’d an­swered my ad be­cause they thought they were ex­actly what I was look­ing for, but then I’d ac­tu­ally meet them and they were far from it. I went to meet a guy once and didn’t even set foot into the bar with him – I just knew straight away that we were go­ing to have ab­so­lutely noth­ing in com­mon.

Find­ing my soul mate... I fi­nally met my hus­band Stewart in April of 1993 and we fell in love straight away. We went out to­gether a cou­ple of times do­ing dif­fer­ent things, just the usual kind of dates like go­ing to the movies or out for din­ner. He ac­tu­ally called me an an­gel at the time, but I’m not so sure if he would call me that now. When I met Stewart he de­scribed him­self as a Phil Collins looka­like and I couldn’t re­ally work out in what way. What he ac­tu­ally meant was that he was go­ing bald and that was his way of putting it! And all these years later he still makes me laugh ev­ery day. When my friends and fam­ily met Stewart they knew he was a great guy. No­body ad­vised me to stay away from him – they all loved him. Stewart and I booked a hol­i­day to Las Ve­gas, af­ter we had been to­gether for 10 years. There were eight of us in to­tal go­ing on hol­i­day and some of our friends had sug­gested that we tie the knot while we were there. We thought to our­selves, ‘Why not?’. We headed to the Court­house in Ve­gas to get our mar­riage li­cence and we had a tra­di­tional themed wed­ding. Our friend who was with us plays the bag­pipes and had brought them with him, so we were able to walk out of the chapel to the sound of the Scot­tish bag­pipes. It re­ally was lovely. Apart from the money it cost us to get to Ve­gas, it was the cheap­est wed­ding on earth; I think it cost a to­tal of £93.15. I know Stewart and I were meant to be; he was just there wait­ing for me. I cer­tainly don’t know if any­one else has been as lucky as I have.

Faith Waddell, 57, from North La­nark­shire put an ad­vert for love in a lo­cal news­pa­per

Faith with her hus­band, Stewart

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