We met like any other respectable gay couple in Sydney… on a very unrespectable dating app. What followed was twelve months of talking before Cameron finally agreed to meet in person, firmly convinced he was “being sensible” and definitely avoiding another mistake. When Aaron opened the door, we both immediately thought yes, I like what I see and even better, we felt an instant connection.

Cameron tried very hard to take things slowly (his rules), but after just four days, Aaron told him he loved him. Cameron knew it was serious shortly after, mainly because Aaron went shopping and came home with a Ralph Lauren coat.

As a couple, we’re stubborn (both of us), but deeply loving and respectful. We want the best for each other in everything we do, love tradition, value family, and genuinely enjoy bringing everyone we love into one room for good food, drinks, and a proper celebration.

Cameron is organised day-to-day (and always ten minutes late as “it won’t matter”), while Aaron plans the trips and tells Cameron where to be and when.

The proposal had been a long time coming as Cameron had been asking for years, so Aaron planned a romantic trip to Tasmania.

Days passed with plenty of perfect proposal opportunities… none taken.

By the final night in Hobart, Cameron had accepted defeat. The next day, in the tiny town of Ross, dressed very casually (and freezing), Aaron insisted on stopping at a 200-year-old bridge for a photo. Cameron tried to leave. Aaron yelled. Cameron complained. And then Aaron was suddenly on one knee with a ring. Cameron’s first response? “Get off the ground, you’re embarrassing me.” Followed closely by, “No you don’t. You’re lying.”

He wasn’t lying.

Cameron asked if Aaron was sure.

Aaron was.

Cameron said yes.

And here we are, ready to celebrate with the people we love most.