We are getting married!

It was the 5th December and I the fool in question sent a text message to university friends which contained a very poor excuse to dissuade them from coming to Cardiff for a planned reunion. However I didn't hit send, fool! After 6 rejections from venues not able to cater for a group of lads leaving their dinner plans so last minute, we decided to try the nearest bar as a last attempt. Feeling largely responsible and very guilty for hosting such a shambles I decided the least I could do was get the first, second and third rounds in at the bar, and it was at the bar that I first set eyes on her..... The Lady had organised a 'no boys allowed' evening as a distraction for her friends recent heartache. After a few glasses of Prosecco and GnT they found themselves queuing at the bar of a trendy establishment. Stood two rows in from the heavily male dominant bar my friend nudged me with a smirk. Everyone had turned to look in our direction and I heard a loud and confident, "Oi you, yeh yeh you" he was pointing, nodding and grinning widely at having secured our attention. Then louder he shouted, "ARE YOU SINGLE?". I was red, bright red extremely embarrassed with everyone staring waiting for my response as I slowly looked down and pushed to the right of the crowd to make our way to the other side of the bar, FAR FAR away. We got our drinks and headed away from the crowded bar scanning the room for seats. I subtly muttered to my friend "ignore him just look past, I'm sure there are seats elsewhere". As the same boy shrieked loudly across the room waving his arms frantically in case we might miss him, "here over here" patting the free seats next to him. Finding this absolutely hilarious my friend headed over and I reluctantly followed. In that moment the Fool realised the value of real estate.