Tell me it’s NOT TRUE
Pouring a pint, I leaned across the bar and passed it to the handsome stranger across from me.
‘Here you go,’ I blushed.
‘Thanks,’ he grinned. ‘Any chance I can get your number?’
I first met Peter Chesney, then 27, in 2007 when I was a barmaid in our hometown of Dagenham, Essex.
He was sweet and charming – I fell for him immediately.
On our first official date, he told me he was a single dad of two girls – Jodie, then six, and her big sister Lucy, then eight.
He wasn’t in contact with their mum, had sole custody.
‘Does that bother you?’ he asked apprehensively.
‘No,’ I smiled. ‘I’d love to meet them.’
I’d never really planned on having kids of my
