So I met my Moroccan husband on a London bus. Bus 328 to be precise and I was travelling from Chelsea to Golders Green and he hopped on, in Ladbroke Grove and sat right next to me. I noticed his big capable hands and he was wearing a suite which I thought was great attire. We never spoke or looked at each other but obviously there was a vibe going on as when we got off at the same stop, he spoke in his broken english. He asked if this was Golders Green and of course, knew full well, that it was. I knew he was making his move and chatted briefly with him. I gave him my number and asked him to call the weekend but he called me before then.
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