Passing the phone straight in my direction, I had eyes on me waiting for my initial reaction.
‘Well, what do you think of him then?' my friend Angela asked, showing me a photo back in September 2013. 'His name is Fraser and he’s coming to the wedding.'
‘Oh no, he’s not my type at all,’ I replied, not really interested – for he wasn’t the type of man I would typically go for in looks.
Despite being single for a few years, I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything in particular, but that didn’t stop my friends from trying.
So when the wedding came around a week later, it was time to meet Fraser, now 44, in person – only, I wasn’t making the first move!
‘Hi, how are you? Would you like some ice cream?’ Fraser introduced, offering me a dessert, walking across the dance floor towards me.
Really polite and seemingly friendly enough, the pair of us got on well – making small talk and getting to know one another throughout the night.
And as the evening quickly rolled around, as it came to finding my way back to the hotel with my group of friends, for one reason or another plans changed, which left just me and
