You'll recall that date two with the lovely Kate went rather well: a nice drink in an out-of-the-way pub rounded off with a tentative but tingly kiss. We then indulged in some high quality texting banter, during which a topic we'd discussed in the pub came up: board games.
We shared an affection for board games, particularly Monopoly. I loved Monopoly as a child, possibly too much. In fact, I've tried to give it a wide berth since the ugly scenes that followed a demoralising defeat to my nan aged 11. My dad hated Monopoly and always said it "brought out the worst in people". The vicious, tearful abuse I levelled at dear Nana after her shock triumph seemed to back his theory up. Still, I retain a soft spot for the game and so did Kate. It was suggested in our texting flirtations that our next date should be in a pub, with board games, where we could play Monopoly. Great.
We met up 10 days after our second date. Kate confessed to having a hangover when I arrived and seemed slightlyRead More »from Quit playing games with my heart