Those special years...

Leaving college, I fell into working in a gym. Not your usual Fitness First, no no. A body builders gym.

You know when you see a bloke who is a body builder you think 'geez, he's big!' that happened about 100 times a day. I became immune to it. But what I didnt become immune to, was being chatted up constantly. I guess there was a lot of testosterone flying round in that place!

There were the ones who would time their workouts to when you were working, the ones who just so happened to be in the changing room when you went to lock up and the ones who would be in the free weights section there to give you a hand to put the weights away. Yeah, it was flattering.

Let me introduce M. M was a member of the gym, he was a professional in the business world, nice car, lovely flat(which i loved more than him) and of course, a good body. What can I say, I was naive!!

One day, I stole his number from the client database (which is a sackable offence, but what the hell) and text him. Then begins a lovely romance! Secret meetings away from the gym, we'd hang out. He'd take me across London on his R1 and we'd have a really good time. I spent most of that year hanging out at his house. He bought me gifts when he worked away, we shared movie nights, nights out. It was all good. Looking back I never should have called it off with him. I still think about him a lot. There was just always something that didnt sit right with me. Towards the end I was whisked off my feet... by my first love.

Oh, my first love. This is going to feel like a therapy session!! I'd had my eye on him, I'm not going to lie! He, again, went to the gym where I worked. I knew he had a girlfriend, until one day he came in and said he needed to change his address we had for him. Being polite I said 'Oh ok, have you moved house?' him- 'No, I've broken up with my girlfriend, so live on my own now' ding ding ding!! The green light!! 6 months later, we were living together, planning a holiday and in love as we knew it. I honestly thought that was it. That was the end of boyfriends, and other men. Mainly because thats the impression that we gave off. My parents spoke to us about giving them enough notice to plan a wedding, he came to family events. We were known as a pair. 3 years later we split up. End of. Over. Finito. The world as i knew it came crashing down. I had to move back home, taking our dog with me. It was devastating.

Thats when I was thrown into the world of dating.

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