David lived in a beautiful town about 40 miles away.  He was tall, confident, intelligent and good looking.  He had a very young son (5 years old) but I pretended this didn't matter as he had so many other qualities.  We went out a few times and he made no attempt to even kiss me.  Wow, this was not what I was used to.  He wined and dined me and expected nothing in return - where had he been all my life.  I enjoyed his company immensely, although I was slightly intimidated by him.  He was a business man, highly intelligent and had money - what more could a girl want.  I didn't see him that regularly as he was always working or abroad on business but when I did see him, he treated me well.  He bought champagne, took me to very posh restaurants and I was very overwhelmed by it all.  The only thing that bothered me was that he wasn't very good at the whole texting thing.  If I text him, he would sometimes not text back for a couple of days.  I knew this wasn't something I could bring up to him, as it would appear I was being pushy and needy and I knew he wasn't the type to deal with someone like that, so I decided to keep quiet.  He was always a perfect gentleman and if the only problem I had was him not being a regular texter, I could live with that.

Over the coming weeks we got to know each other and things seemed to be going very well.  We had both made some friends through the club and we talked about arranging a night out with them.  I couldn't be happier.  He invited me to stay at his for a weekend.  I was so excited.  He treated me like a princess.  He wined and dined me.  He bought champagne.  He cooked for me.  Wow what a cook!  Another thing I learnt about him was he was a fitness freak.  He didn't do desserts, he didn't eat chocolate, sweets, biscuits.  His diet consisted of good food, fresh vegetables and small portions.  I was very careful with what I ate.  He liked to comment on what the calorie content of my meal was.  It started to grate on me.  I felt I couldn't be myself.  I tried to put it to the back of my mind.

The following weekend I invited him to mine.   I was nervous as I was going to cook for him this time.  I'm no Gordon Ramsey, so I was dreading it.  I did a beef casserole and no dessert.  He was meant to arrive around 6pm on the Saturday.  He called me at lunchtime and asked if he could come earlier.  I was so pleased he wanted to come earlier to spend more time with me - that could only be a good sign.  He arrived and we went shopping for wine.  He bought wine, mulled wine and champagne.  He bough cheese and biscuits and asked what I'd like for dessert.  I laughed and teased him about the fact that he's such a health freak, surely he wasn't going to let his hair down.  He giggled and said he fancied a pig out!  We went to the pub and had a couple of glasses of wine and then walked back to mine.  Dinner was lovely.  We opened the wine and all I can say is it flowed.  I don't remember too much about the evening but I know we had fun and we were both quite drunk.  I woke at about 5am and was feeling very unwell.  I won't go into the detail of how ill, but I'm sure you get my drift.  I returned to bed and we woke about 9am and laughed about the night before and how drunk we had both been.  He seemed happy.  I know I certainly was, apart from the hangover!

He left at lunchtime as he said he had some business to attend to that afternoon before leaving for Germany the next day.  He kissed me and left.  I never saw or heard from him again!