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Angela Wakefield, 39, from Worcestershire
Wincing as I pushed with all my might, the leg press came back down with a clunk.
Taking a rest in between sets at the gym, my legs felt shaky. But then someone appeared in front of me.
‘Angie?’ the man said. ‘Wow, how are you?’
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‘Steve?’ I said in shock.
Steve and I had gone to school together, but I hadn’t seen him since we were 16 – 20 years later, he was nothing like I remembered.
We got chatting, and there was definitely a spark between us – but saying our goodbyes, I carried on with my workout.
Back at home though, I was swiping through Tinder and I came across Steve!
I swiped right, not thinking much of it – and then later, got a message from him.
It was fate.
We started chatting, and soon exchanged numbers.
Then I invited him round