Normally when you meet a beautiful man, it doesn't end up with the two of you wobbling and whooping, trying to share a pedal bike hurtling the wrong way down Victoria Road at one in the morning.
It all started with him asking me: "So, have you ever saddlebacked?"
It ended up like some scene from a waspish French movie.
Martin's extreme self-confidence bordered on madness, but so pretty it didn't matter.
The evening ended with him muttering. "Give me your number, why not? So many people do."
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