My finger hovered over my phone screen.
It was March 2022 and I was scrolling through dating site profiles.
Single for two years after my divorce, I was nervous.
But the handsome man in the photo looked friendly.
Feeling brave, I swiped right and Marcus, then 33, replied straight away.
Messages flying, he asked me out for a drink.
Days later, our date at a pub went well.
Marcus was funny. Keen too. Maybe a bit too keen?
Afterwards, my phone didn’t stop pinging with messages.
Marcus even turned up on my doorstep.
‘This is moving too fast,’ I said, gently.
We agreed we’d take a step back.
Only, next month, on holiday in Ibiza with friends, my phone buzzed.
Marcus, again. But this message was different.
You’re so skinny,…
