Guest blogger: A love story

I’m an Irish girl and I met a Scottish boy one month ago.  I never ever thought two people could be perfect for each other until I met him. 

We’re identical, separated at birth, maybe even soulmates.  Music, films, jokes (bad ones), places to travel, age, both on gap years, dancing style, love of Monster Munch crisps and addiction to video games.  You name it, we’re the same.  We play World of Warcraft together at 4am and don’t care that this makes us total nerds.  He plays guitar for me over Msn.  He paints his face and dances like an idiot.  He sings I Believe In A Thing Called Love complete with high-pitched squeal.  He emails me love notes every morning before he goes to work.  He embraces my love of everything Lolcat.  He doesn’t laugh at my silly leprechaun accent and doesn’t mind that I’m constantly sneezing from wearing dresses in the pouring rain.  He makes me laugh so hard my face aches and smile so long my teeth hurt.  I can sing the theme to The Big Bang Theory without worrying about my horrendous singing.  He raps S-N-Double O-P D-O-Double G-Y D-O-Double G without caring that there’s a reason Scottish boys don’t rap.

Within two days he’d become my very best friend.  Next month I’m going to visit him in Scotland for a week and I get giddy every time I think about it.  Butterflies arrive in my tummy and a huge grin spreads across my face. 

I think maybe I’m in love. :)

Written by Sharon