It was late afternoon on a bright summer’s day and punters were out in their droves, seeking beer gardens in which to soak up the sun. I slouched against the wall of the pub we’d agreed to meet at, as the minutes stretched into a just-about-forgivable eight-minute tardiness.
The longer I awaited my Tinder date’s…
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