Catching up with friends at the local pub, I was surprised by an interruption.
‘This is for you, from the gentleman over there,’ said one of the bar staff, handing me a glass of wine as she gestured to a man perched by the bar.
I had a giggle with the girls, before taking a peek at my secret admirer.
‘A lot older than I imagined,’ I said, taking in the 50-something man wearing jeans and a smart jumper.
Still, at 23, I’d dated older men in the past and had always found them to be more mature and interesting.
Heading to the bar when it was my round, I noticed
