In my early 20s, I got messed around pretty badly by some lousy guys. Enough’s enough, I thought after being two-timed again.
Not wanting to risk more heartache, I became a bit hostile to every man I met.
Then I met Jason at a party. He was smart, kind and funny.
‘Would you like to go out for dinner?’ he asked.
‘Okay,’ I agreed.
We had a great time, but I
