Lynn Watt, 55, Blackpool
Peeking through the window of the Indian restaurant, I wondered if my date had arrived yet. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
My first date in years.
I’d been craving company.
See, it was 2008 and the last 12 months had brought endless trauma.
I’d split from my husband, and lost close relatives.
I just needed a little comfort, someone to put a smile back on my face.
Just then, a tall, grey-haired man with smiling eyes walked in.
‘You must be Les,’ I said – recognising him from his online pictures. We’d chatted on a dating site.
Les, 48, an engineer, seemed calm, stable, exactly what I needed.
And as I sat down opposite him, I must admit, it wasn’t love nor lust…