LIFESTYLE: Sharing my tattoo love with my husband

Today I have officially been with my lover (aka husband) for seven years. Yay us! 

We met when I was 18 and I'm often asked how we met and how our relationship works so well. So here's my story and some little bits of advice on surviving a long term relationship even through the tough times.

Our story is totally not glamourous. 

We did not know each other at all when we met. We were complete strangers (though we did find we had a couple of friends in common a little while later... small world, right!).

I was out for a girls night the day after Valentines Day and he was out for a lads night. We just happened to be on tables next to each other and the two groups joined after a discussion about male body hair (apparently that is normal at 18!). 

Dann and I got talking because of, yep you guessed it, tattoos. Admittedly back then, I had one small tattoo on my ankle, and he had an arm piece (literally about half his bicep) and a teeny one on the back of his neck. But it started a great night of chatting and drinking. 

Forward to a couple of days later and two meet ups and dates, and he asked me out (via text because he was nervous).

Now seven years, 

three flats, 

17 jobs, 

three abroad holidays,

two cats, 

four weddings attended, 

two engagement rings, 

three cars 

and one wedding of our own, 

we are settled... well... kind of... but we love our unconventional and extraordinary relationship.