Wedding Planning Diary || Nia & Buster

Wednesday is "Real Weddings" day at Once Upon a North Wales Wedding. I'd like you to meet Nia & Buster who are sharing with us their wedding planning diary. Today we get to be nosey and find out how they met.

Hello,

I’m Nia, a 25 year old primary school teacher living in Flintshire in North Wales. I’ve been with my fiancé Buster (his real name is Adam but he’s been known as Buster since he was tiny) for about four and a half years. We’ve been engaged for just over a year and we’re getting married this July! The wedding currently occupies every waking moment so it’s hugely satisfying to have this opportunity to share this journey and to get some things off my chest!

So... let’s start with how we met. Well we have a few people to thank for getting us together back in 2009 but it mainly comes down to Buster’s facebook stalking skills. After ‘adding’ me as a friend and pretending that he thought we’d met before, we exchanged messages and he eventually asked me if I fancied meeting for a drink. Even though it wasn’t your typical online dating scenario, I was still nervous at the prospect of meeting up with a total stranger. The reassuring factor was that my good friend Steph was dating Buster’s friend at the time so I knew that he wasn’t an alien or a sixty old something hiding behind a computer screen.

Despite his romantic offer of a date being more ‘I’m in Manchester picking up a bumper for my van – fancy a bevy?’ than ‘I want to sweep you off your feet with champers on ice’ I was tempted. With the help of my sister, Marged, I contemplated the ‘pro et contra’ of the situation. My thoughts ranged from ‘He’s a snowboarder and owns a VW splitscreen campervan – definitely a plus point!’ to ‘I’ve never met this guy before... he could be really creepy, have bad breath or an unbearably irritating accent’.  So this was the conundrum I was facing as I re-read the facebook message and re-stalked his profile pictures. Eventually it was my sister who reassured me I had nothing to lose and I might as well give it a go. It was the best thing I ever did.

Following a few drinks in some pubs in East Didsbury we chatted our way into the night and I was consequently late and grumpy for my early start placement the next day. We met again the following week for dinner at a local Turkish restaurant, then again the following week to mooch around the Christmas Markets. This continued and the rest, as they say, is history.

8 months later, I moved in with Buster. At first I didn’t think he would ever be able to accept the trail of Kirby grips, earrings and hair bobbles I seem to leave behind wherever I go. I worried he would never accept my way of drying the dishes (‘Leave them to drain, it’s fine!’) or the fact my hair gets everywhere – a little like a malting Labrador. I couldn’t get over why the books on the bookshelf had to be in height order and he didn’t get why leaving the butter knife on the side wasn’t the end of the world. Eventually though, we accepted each other’s differences and we haven’t looked back since.