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A few years ago, not too long after I met my (now) husband, I revealed my love of a certain boyband to him. Don’t judge me, but I still hold a candle for Take That even now they are all grown-up and can no longer be defined as “boys”. When it comes to female singers, I’m just as mainstream, counting Girls Aloud and Pink on my concert tickets list. As I said, don’t judge me.
“Don’t think you’re getting me to that show,” he panicked. “There is NO WAY you’re getting me to a Take That concert. I’m from Rochdale! I like rock music! I’ll never live it down!”
Needless to say, about five months later, my best friend dropped out at the last minute and my (then) boyfriend found himself standing in a packed stadium with his girlfriend (literally sobbing with excitement) and his girlfriend’s little sister.
As I looked at my 6ft 5” man trying to blend in amongst a sea of women screaming, “I LOVE YOU GAAAAAARY!” I realised something. This man loved me. He’d given up any shred of street cred he thought he might have, trekked all the way to the most hated city on his list (he’s not a fan of London) and given up an evening in the pub with his mates for a night with 90,000 Take That fans. That’s devotion.
While I swayed along to the music and attempted to do the dance to Pray, I noticed my man had started to tap his foot. Oblivious to the fact I’d spotted him, he couldn’t deny the beat any longer. Before long, he was laughing and smiling.
Although he wouldn’t go so far as to say he was converted to Take That fandom, the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine told anyone who would listen that it was, “A good show actually” and he’d been thoroughly entertained. To the doubters and his friends at the pub, he defended Gary Barlow’s songwriting skills saying “Greatest Day IS a bit uplifting though!”
Fast forward six months and it’s our first Christmas together. I’m pregnant with our daughter and he hands me a present with a smile on his face. It’s a DVD of the very Take That concert I sobbed my way through.
A week later he proposed. And the rest is history.
He still won’t admit to liking Take That though.
I love this…..
What’s funny is that My Rock Music loving Husband (who is NOT a Northerner – he leaves that job to Me……) is ALSO a massive fan of “Greatest Day”!!
Though, am not sure I would EVER get him to a Concert like that, he too has his moments – like proposing IN the Jewellers, 3 weeks after we 1st met…..!?!?
3 weeks? That’s a whirlwind romance if ever I heard one!
That is true love – but it also makes me doubt my own relationship! My husband can’t even cope when I put a cheesy CD on, there’s no way he’d accompany me to a Take That concert. I did once drag him to a Zumba party and he sulked in the corner for the entire evening. Never again.
You managed to get him to a Zumba party? That’s impressive. There’s no way my husband would come to one of those. I’ll be your date on the next one!