RED FLAGS
As I picked up my phone, a Facebook notification popped up.
It was a friend request from a man called Wayne McDaid, 37, and it turned out we had some pals in common.
Scanning through his photos, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was.
Hi, how’re you? he messaged me.
I typed out a response and before I knew it, we were in conversation.
He was so easy to chat to and I felt an instant connection between us.
We spent the next couple of months exchanging messages before I was ready to meet in person.
Fancy some company this evening? he messaged.
That would be nice, I replied, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
That evening, I got myself dressed up and
