The blind date’s an unexpected success. I tell Jeremy – never liked that name, so I had low expectations but I may have to revisit my opinion – I need the loo, which is true but really, I need to text Gem. Say thank you for forcing me to go. I tried to weasel my way out and Gem would not have it.
‘Wait a moment, there’s a bunch of twats in fancy dress who try to take pictures with everyone.’
‘Is that supposed to mean something?’
Or maybe my opinion on guys named Jeremy is spot on, after all.
Story 4 of 31 for Story A Day May, with apology to all Jeremys.