This story goes back to a time when there was no Tinder. There was however – Facebook. So begins the romantic tale of the 21st century. Or as I like to call it – the worst date I ever had.
One day I had a random guy pop into my mail box. This guy was by no means unfortunate looking in the slightest. In fact, after a bit of light Facebook stalking, it transpired he was a model. Apparently my image had appeared and he just had to ask me out. This was the first time I had been approached this way but we got to talking and arranged to rendezvous. Continue reading “The Pourer”