I did start a thread before I was engaged but looking back on it I don't actually like it, so rewriting now I am actually engaged. In fact, I am writing this on the way home after an amazing whirlwind 48 hours.
First a bit about me and Mr R. I am a materialistic Londoner, he is a down to earth super intelligent (think captain of UCL University Challenge team) Essex boy. Our lives were very far apart when we met on POF in 2013. I was living the highlife in my flat in London in a great job but being bled dry by my then partner who cleared my bank accounts and life savings. He was living alone in a job he hated. We chatted for a bit online but he then disappeared. I thought nothing of it and chalked it down to experience. A few months later I was going through my phone, found his number and texted him asking if I should just delete his number. He replied, apologising. He had lost his Nan, Aunt and Uncle in a very short space of time and hadn't been in a good place. We agreed to meet for a drink. Our first date was in a chilled pub in London and within a few weeks we were inseparable.