All the people I've ever slept with

34: First I was afraid, I was petrified
The friend I was meeting had bumped into him (an ex-colleague of hers) on the way to the bar. He was the kind of good-looking that makes you angry, you know? Like 'how come you got all that?' But also, he had the magical factor of not knowing he was good-looking. I sat in a blush until he left, then couldn't concentrate.

It had never happened to me before, where the good guy (the one with no ego, no cynicism and no wife) calls and says, 'Would you like to go on a date?' But he did. The night before, I stayed up so late and drank so much that I met him with a layer of hangover grime on my skin. But still he didn't seem to smell how bad I was, and we spent the night having a Freshers' Week conversation: favourite movies, what A-levels we'd got, aren't parents a nightmare... It didn't feel like a sex thing. Leaving the restaurant, I found myself saying something I'd never had the courage/ inclination to say before: 'I'm going to get a taxi home.' I know this isn't strictly a man I slept with, but it will be. This is where it started.

Next Week: From the sofa to the soul.

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