Twosome Stories

I entered the meeting room and cast my eyes over the throng of local business people, all there to peddle their wares once more at the monthly meet up at various venues around West Yorkshire. This month we were at a local hotel on the outskirts of Wakefield. Across the room, I spied Sam, and I made a beeline straight for her to say hi. Nodding to various acquaintances on the way and getting waylaid by conversations I wasn...

I sat there nervously, playing with my pint as the allotted hour approached. I’d arranged to meet Yvonne at the Scarborough Taps, because of its proximity to Leeds train station. And then she walked in a denim dress, press studs for fastening. Easy access, I cheekily thought. Introductions over, I went and got drinks, and we got to chatting. There was that nervous tension you get on the first meeting, especially when the...