Now at the beginning of the year I was sort of dating a writer in London. We had worked together back in England and had known each other for some time, however it was only at the end of last year that any kind of potential relationship manifested itself. It was somewhat a little Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett with our friends watching in the wings waiting for something to happen. He had liked me from afar without me knowing and as we spent more time together it seemed that there was some sort of spark - even if it was slow to ignite.
Now this was proper grown-up dating. I'm talking dinners, lunches, trips to the London Aquarium and it was fun. There was something there and I always made the time to see him when I was back in England. It was an odd situation though and although we had fun together, there was never enough time for us to spend any real time together. There was always something that got in the way, the Icelandic volcano and ridiculous amounts of work didn't help.
But perhaps the flame between us was too slow burning and with quite a distinct age gap and a whole load of other reasons, it just wasn't meant to be. I know I've got an amazing friend in him but sadly nothing more, but maybe that's for the best. At that point I was still very much living and loving Sweden and not looking to move back to England anytime soon.
But definitely a good and pro-active start on my more romance mission!
