Spotting James* across the room at a crowded singles night, I knew he was just my type. I’d been single for 10 years and at the age of 42, I was ready to finally meet the man of my dreams and settle down. James was tall, dark and handsome. We started chatting, I immediately fancied him and we really hit it off.
Eventually he got distracted by a stunning blonde in a tiny corset, so he made his excuses and off he went to speak to her. I wasn’t too bothered. In fact, I snogged someone else while he was chatting her up, but later in the night I couldn’t stop thinking about him. At the end of the night, I made the bold move of approaching
