Standing outside the pub, I was surprised to realise I felt nervous.
“Stop being silly,” I muttered, taking a deep breath before walking inside.
As I stepped through the door, Ben, then 27, stood up and smiled. Instantly, my nerves melted away.
Soft-spoken and warm, he was easy to talk to.
We’d connected on social media, but as we chatted over drinks it felt like we’d known each other forever.
I had two children from previous relationships – a son, then 10, and a daughter, four.
Ben had kids, too, so we bonded over family life and our love of heavy metal music. The hours flew by.
“I’d really like to see you again,” Ben told me as we said goodbye. “Me too,” I grinned. After that first date in…