The first time I saw him, we were both waiting for a cold Stella Artois. I remember glancing over and thinking, Oh, he’s seriously fit. When I sat at my table, the chair next to me was empty and thought, how brilliant would it be if he had the minerals to come over and introduce himself?

Well, he did. We got chatting, then he asked for my number and we went our separate ways. I was sure I’d never hear from him again. I thought about him now and then, but eventually he became just another young hot stud I passed in the night. Then, a few months later, out of the blue, he messaged me saying ‘You up?’. The rest is history.