Its day 4 of #Blogtober17 and the word is date. I’m writing about Mr S’ and my first date, a November night in 1998. I met Mr S in Chicago’s nightclub in Bristol on Halloween and we met up a few days later in a local steak restaurant. The irony of the venue is that both of us were too polite to say we were vegetarian, so we both ended up with a very limited choice from the menu!

Our first date was the best first date, it was so relaxed and comfortable, we didn’t stop talking and both said far more than we would ever dream of to a new friend. The conversation was honest and open and I think we both had a feeling that this was going to be something special. By coincidence, a friend of Mr S was also in the restaurant with his family and being introduced was another sign that Mr S was as excited as I about a possible future. It was an evening full of anticipation and hope and as we left we agreed to see each other at the weekend, I still remember the butterflies in my stomach and the most amazing feeling that love was in the air…

Thank you to all who have read or responded to my posts so far. The start of the week is busy work wise for me and tonight I’m on a night out with friends (I know on a weeknight!) but I’m looking forward to catching up with the #Blogtober17 posts from tomorrow. Happy writing peeps.