I WAS ONLY LOOKING FOR LAUGH NOT LOVE
I WAS ONLY LOOKING FOR LAUGH NOT LOVE
Amanda Rockett, 25,
met ‘the one’ while on a holiday in Majorca.
‘ I desperately needed cheering up after my boyfriend of 18
months dumped me. “Let’s go on a girl’s holiday’” I suggested to my mate
Claire, who had also broken up with her man. “The best cure for heartache is
sun and fun,” I told her after finding a cheap ten-day package deal to Majorca.
We
arrived in Magaluf in June 2000, determined to party. Our hotel was overflowing
with 18 to 30 year olds. Pulling back the sliding door that led to our balcony,
we heard our downstairs neighbours talking and laughing. They were eight lads,
all mates from Cardiff. We got chatting over the balcony and arranged to meet
up that night at Chains, a local bar.
One of
the lads kept coming out with cheesy chat-up lines, but already had my eye on
someone else. Tim was standing back from the others. He was 6’4” with dark hair
and blue eyes. When we started chatting, he told me he worked as a professional
golfer.
We had a
great night, moving on to a club and later o Tim and I kissed. I was a bit
worried that it was a one-off thing for him, but when he gave up on a game of
golf with the lads the next day to stay by the pool with me, I knew he was
keen.
From
then on we spent every evening together bar-hopping and recovering on the beach
by day. The more I grew to like Tim, the more I was worried he would eventually
move on to the next girl. When the holiday drew to an end, I hated the thought
that he was returning to Cardiff and me to my home in Hertfordshire. But I was
nervous about bringing up seeing each other again in case it was merely a
holiday romance for him. On our last night, he held my hand. “You should pop up
to Cardiff some time,” he said, “Definitely” I smiled.
As soon
as I had my holiday photos developed and saw the ones Tim and I with our arms
wrapped around each other, I couldn’t bear the thought that I might never see
him again. Luckily, he called after a few days – just the sound of his voice
made me happy. And two weeks later he drove down to stay. I was afraid that
away from sun and party atmosphere it might be stilted between us. But I’d
missed him so much, I knew we had something worth making the effort for.
Our
weekend together was unbelievable. When Tim left I felt a twisting sensation in
my stomach and started counting the minutes until we saw each other again. We’d
take it in turns to visit each other every weekend. I’d get up at 5am on Monday
morning to drive four hours back to my admin job. But I didn’t care. I just had
to see him and he felt the same – we were in love.
After 18
months, something had to give. “Why
don’t I move to Wales?” I suggested. It was tough leaving friends and family,
but I wanted us to be together.
On our
third anniversary, Tim took me to a restaurant in Penarth, Wales and proposed.
We married on 25 June 2006, the sixth anniversary of the day we’d met. We joked
about going to Magaluf for our honeymoon but decided on Mexico instead. It
wasn’t just the two of us, though. I can’t believe I met my soulmate in
Magaluf, of all places.
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