Ellie Goulding's new toy boy lover 10 years younger - her chaotic love life in full
Ellie Goulding has gone public with her younger boyfriend as she gets back in the dating saddle. The singer, 38, is said to be dating actor Beau Minniear with the duo spotted at the weekend's epic boxing bout between Daniel Dubois and Oleksandr Usyk.
Beau, who is 10 years younger than the Love Me Like You Do singer, appeared to make their romance official at the Wembley Stadium event. And the public showing came just days after she had seemingly hinted their was romance in the air on social media.
She uploaded an image of her stroking a man's arm while on holiday and had captioned it: "Just a little something to take the edge off.' It's now thought Ellie and Beau were together on an Italian getaway before returning to London for Saturday's fight.
A source told The Sun: "Ellie is into Beau and they have a lot of shared interests like exercise and art. They've been having fun together and they certainly make for an attractive couple."
It's thought the pair first met earlier this year. It comes after her chaotic love life to date - including her short-lived marriage to art dealer Caspar Jopling.
The duo tied the knot in 2019 at York Minster. They were joined by many famous faces for the ceremony, including Princesses Eugenie and Beatrice. Despite having a child together - son Arthur - in 2021, there wasn't to be a happy ever after for the pair.
She was then thought to have been enjoying a fling with a surf instructor while holidaying in Costa Rica. But before that, she had enjoyed a number of high profile relationships.
In 2010, the star dating BBC Radio One DJ Greg James for 18 months from 2010. They pair had met at one of her live shows and after growing close they kept their relationship on the down low.
However, in true showbiz fashion, conflicting career schedules were cited for their break up. Now, Greg is married to author Bella Mackie.
In 2012, she dated American musician, Skrillex. The artist, whose real name is Sonny John Moore, enjoyed a seven-month long distance relationship with Ellie back following a collaboration on the song Bittersweet for the Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part Two soundtrack.
Other links over the years include to War Horse star Jeremy Irvine. Their dalliance lasted little under a year in 2013, but Ellie later told how her jealousy had ruined relationships in her 20s, describing her younger self as a: "jealous, chaotic, frenzied person".
Ed Sheeran was also linked to the star after they were spotted holding hands. However, Ellie was quick to try to play down the pair. After the moment at the 20213 MTV VMA Awards, she took to Twitter /X to say: "I love that holding hands with my friends means we're an item."
She later deleted the post. But later that year the Shape Of You singer, 33, told a US radio station: "Normal people don't hold hands if they're just friends".
Niall Horan of One Direction and McFly's Dougie Poynter were also linked with the star. Ellie went as far as to invite her ex of two years Dougie to her wedding to Caspar Jopling. However, he declined her invitation.
Before her wedding she was linked publicly with Prince Harry. Again, there was no confirmation of any link-up after they had allegedly been "all over each other" at a polo event. It's then believed the pair had a kiss under a blanket, but neither party has revealed the actual goings-on.
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