If you were to look up the word 'Romance' in the dictionary, chances are you'd find Glenn Gardiner's name.
That's because the mild-mannered architect, a man whose default setting is generous, warm and friendly, just proposed to one of my besties, Sarah Bowyer, in a fashion that has made women the world over swoon (well ok, women in Wellington and Bristol).
On their fourth anniversary, Glenn not only hired the same table in the same restaurant he took Sarah to for their first ever date (Capitol, on the corner of Kent Terrace and Marjoribanks Street, since you ask), he hired out the ENTIRE restaurant so that the two of them could be alone when he offered Sarah a backstage pass to eternal happiness! We salute you Glenn for one of the most romantic ideas in the history of romantic ideas.
Now we're just waiting for the save the date card so we can book our tickets home. On a purely selfish note, it means I get to buy a new dress for the wedding of the year, which pushes all my happy buttons.
And it might not be on the same scale, but on this side of the pond, the heart of romance is also beating. A friend recently came into work brandishing a note which someone had left under her windscreen. It read: 'Hope you don't mind me doing this, but I wanted to tell you how beautiful you are”. Or words to that effect.
Of course my friend worries that it could be the work of a nutter or, in her words, a 'minger' (a deeply unattractive person, to you and me) but at least it shows that someone has the chutzpah to put his words where his heart is.