It was early 2004. I was 20. I was on a night out in my local town, not unusual for me, I loved a night out with my friends and work colleagues.
I was dancing with my friends on the dancefloor, a little tipsy but not drunk. I never got properly drunk anymore, I was always aware. My properly drunk days were gone by then. I may have been 20, but I was an old head 20. Anyway, I was on the dancefloor, a guy bumped into me. I turned around and there he was. This extremely tall, dark haired, handsome man.I remember my heart racing and butterflies in my stomach. I had never had that before. Then he spoke.
‘Sorry, my fault’
(just for the record, that was the first and last time he ever said ‘my fault’ to me)
Then he offered to buy me a drink. Oh My God! Yes Yes Yes…..
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