Big fat secret
Natasha, 30, Penzance
As another message pinged on my phone, I panicked.
Sorry I can’t come, I’m ill, I tapped back.
It was April 2016, and I’d been talking to Matt, then 30, on Tinder for weeks.
He had gorgeous eyes, and his kind face drew me in.
We’d been playing video games together online, getting on so well.
a mean voice
