Our unlucky in love girl finally goes on a date with a divorced dad of two – but is it a success?
This week Sun columnist Tinderella goes on a date with a difference. Finally.
I THINK I might have met someone. True, Scrooge over here banned any shenanigans until after Christmas – but then I got set up on a date.
A mate in real time made the human decision to pair me with one of her pals.
Like unicorns and the G-spot, you hear about “mates’ dates” but hardly dare to believe they exist.
Remember online dating ninja Rach? Nope, me neither. Once my swipe-right partner in crime, she met a bloke on Happn in June. I haven’t seen her since.
But she’s now so loved up she’s ready to pay it forward – and is determined to Cilla me in the direction of my own soulmate.
Her man is a divorced dad of two with a stash of similar friends up his sleeve.
My date is called Will and he seems promising in photos, with thick, glossy hair and a massive grin.
Actually, he looks a bit like housewives’ fave Nick Knowles. Result!
Even better, he’s a photographer – I will enjoy telling people this – and we met at the pub his best mate runs.
He’s divorced so I am expecting a shrunken shell of a man or a callous bastard but he’s neither.
He bounds over when he spots me and gives me a hug.
Of course, technically this is non-consensual physical contact and I could have him up for sexual assault, but he’s just so lovely.
His mate, Gavin, has reserved us a table in the corner and says he’ll bring us a bottle of wine on the house.
The sheer Richard Curtis of it all is making me nervous – this is too perfect, he must have a dark side – but as we get talking, he’s a delight.
Enthusiastic about almost everything, he’s truly positive and upbeat and really, genuinely funny.
I honk with laughter as he tells me about his job and shoots that have gone wrong, and he beams with quiet pride as he tells me about his son, 14, and daughter, 12.
In fact, the only time that smile of his falters is when I mention his ex-wife.
“We’re on good terms,” he mutters, but seems keen to move the conversation on. Fine with me!
There is a pulse of chemistry that’s quietly humming as we chat.
I can’t stop looking at him and even order a salad when he suggests dinner.
I’m basically too busy thinking about sexy sex times to eat. This is unheard of for me.
We natter away until last orders and then he stands in the cold with me while I hail a cab.
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We kiss (sorry, cabbie) as I’m leaving and it’s warm and full of promise.
I lean back in the taxi and smile all the way home. I had the best time.
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