Bridget Zyka, 44, London
The bar was dark and loud, but I noticed the tall, sexy stranger immediately. ‘He’s coming over,’ my friend Angel whispered, nudging me.
And sure enough, he was.
‘Hello,’ he said. ‘I’m Aldo.’
‘Bridget,’ I smiled, already smitten.
It was March 2016, and I was on a night out with my friends in London.
I’d been single for a while, wasn’t looking for love.
But Aldo bowled me over.
And it wasn’t just his dashing looks.
We talked all night, swapped numbers.
The next morning, he messaged me.
Fancy dinner tonight? he asked.
Yes! I replied.
We went for a meal in Covent Garden, then for drinks.
Later, he whispered into my ear.
‘Can I kiss you?’ he asked, making me shiver.
Sparks were flying.
And…