Our first date was going well. I’d remembered to eat with my mouth closed and swallow before responding to her light conversation.
The starter had been a challenge as I’d never eaten shrimp before, but the main course was a doddle. What could go wrong with steak and chips?
She suggested spooning together, and I was all for it. My heart beat faster at the thought of snuggling up to her fabulous arse. What can I say, I was an optimist.
Naturally, I was gutted when she produced a second desert spoon and helped herself to my cheesecake.