Love is the Drug

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Thanks Jo for sending in this story of an awkward date:

“First date with tall, handsome man. A nice pub restaurant, good wine, conversation: all was going rather well. I’d nearly finished my dinner, when he stood up saying he had to see someone.

He promptly walked out of the pub, leaving his coat over his chair. Food finished, wine drunk, I sat alone staring at the table.

Ten long minutes later, he bounced back holding numerous, large packages of what can only be described as very illegal drugs.

‘Don’t worry, I’m not offloading them until tomorrow!’

Reader, I didn’t marry him. Or have a second date.”

Thanks Jo!

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