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![]() The “date” (ho ho ho) that was actually not a “date” (ha ha ha) was a fantasy made up in my tiny mind. Unsurprisingly nervous, I behaved in a very out-of-character fashion (spending Sunday clutching a bottle of gin staring at the ceiling dying of embarrassment wasn’t part of my weekend plan). Projecting 20 years of lost love on to one lunch sitting was never destined to end well. Tragically, I mistook the invitation for a date. Last Saturday I met up with an old flame who contacted me out of the blue after not hearing from him for more than two decades.
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