Didn’t We Date? A Case of Mistaken Identity

I’m at Jungle Jim’s, one of my favourite soft play hangouts (I have two small children, otherwise going there for lunch would be creepy) when a woman I knew at school wanders up and starts to chat to me. She now has a sprog of her own, but she’s still cute and I immediately remember why I found her so attractive at school. So, we start talking and we get on really well: I’m a lot more con dent than I was back then, and I have no trouble turning on the charm in polite conversation.