I first saw him when we were in the Freshers Fair, partly because he was one of the few people in the room taller than me, but mainly I noticed him because, frankly I thought (and still do) that he was gorgeous.

I first noticed her after there was a loud crash and leaflets went everywhere, I looked round to see her in a tangle of limbs, table and leaflets. I helped her up, and in return she gave me a shy smile, her friend took her off for a cup of tea before I could find out her name. I stayed behind to help the group tidy up, it was handy that it was the Christian society, so I don't think there will be any repercussions.

I saw the gorgeous guy who helped me up in the bar later that night, but I don't think he noticed me, even if he did, why would be interested in shy, gangly me?

She was there that night, but I couldn't catch her eye, she seemed to be deep in conversation, I thought I recognised one of the people she was with but couldn't get over to talk to her. By the time I had the chance to get over to her group they had gone. She appeared to be OK but I wanted to check myself.

We kept passing each other in corridors or in town, he would always wave at me and all I could ever do in return was blush furiously. I finally got to talk to him on the Friday night as there were a group of us going into town. I was surprised to see him. Just then Faye, someone I knew vaguely from school said she had to introduce me to someone.
"This is Gary."
"Erm hi." He said slightly awkwardly. As usual I went bright red.
"Hi, I'm Miranda."

All I can say is that the pub was not to my taste, well apart from it being cheap, it was full of bikers and noisy rock music, what's wrong with a bit of Billy Joel, that's all I can say. It was a pleasant September evening so we decided to sit outside, I was grateful to escape the din. Though we were sat at opposite ends of the table I could sense he was looking at me. We finally had a chance to talk when we both went to the bar at the same time.
"Are you OK?"
"Bit cold but yes."
"No, I meant after the accident."
"Oh yes, fine, thanks by the way."

We didn't get to talk to each other much more during the evening, but on the way back I heard him calling me.
"Miranda!" I turned round, and he had stopped a little way behind the group. "I was just wondering if you would like to come round for dinner one night?"
"You can cook?"
"Yeah, it won't be anything spectacular, but I do a mean spaghetti bolognese."
"Sure." I gave him my phone number and we walked slowly back to our halls.

I agreed to go round the following Wednesday, I was surprisingly nervous as he insisted that it was just to get to know each other as friends. I knocked on the door, it took a surprisingly long time for the door to open. He was very apologetic.
"Sorry, I was just getting started, come in." He lead me though to the small kitchen, the layout was much the same as my room but as he was on the other side of the building everything was mirrored. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

We made small talk as he pottered about the kitchen.
"Dinner is served."
"Mmm, Gary, this is delicious, so I'm very impressed, why did you learn to cook?"
"Well, wasn't my choice really, my mum insisted, I think she feared I would live on takeaways and packet food."
"It does make a nice change from Supernoodles I have to admit."
"She also said that it would help me find a girlfriend, apparently women like it when a man can cook, it's all part of her quest to find me a girlfriend."
"I know the feeling it was barley a week after I was back from boarding school and she was trying to set me up with someone." We spent the rest of the evening just getting to know each other, as I left I flippantly said I'd cook.