‘We’ve dated before – don’t you remember me?’

I was sitting in a pub with my date , Lucas*, when he asked me this question and my brain suddenly froze.

Time slowed down and every second that went by where I couldn’t recall his face felt agonisingly long.

Eventually, the penny dropped, though it took far longer than I’d like to admit.

Lucas* and I had been on a date, just like this one, three years earlier.

What I finally remembered was that he had been a perfect gentleman but was too nice – and the brief make-out session we’d shared, was lacklustre.

There was no passion and I didn’t feel even the slightest tingle at his touch.

To me, good kissing is the gateway to great sex and Lucas had failed the test – so he didn’t come home with me.

Unfortunately, he also had compe

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