TRUE-LIFE
G rabbing a glass, I flicked the beer tap down and poured a pint.
It was 2017 and my first shift in a new job at a pub.
As the bar filled with customers, a bloke pulled up a stool.
‘I’m Kevin,’ he smiled.
A pub regular, he soon had me roaring at his jokes and as my shift ended, he asked for my number.
At 30, he was almost a decade older, and cute rather than handsome.
Not my usual type.
But I’d recently escaped a miserable relationship and Kevin was a breath of fresh air.
We started dating and, after three months, moved in together.
Fast, but it felt right.
