Under Construction

She’s a full-on curvy ray of sunshine, with a sharp tongue. He’s a grumpy builder built like a rugby player, broad, tattooed and rough around the edges.

Shannon I hate blind dates; in fact, I hate going on dates full stop. It doesn’t help that the men I’ve been paired with in the past have been…boring.

Yet here I am again, a sucker for punishment, because my new blind date is already twenty minutes late. I should ask the waiter to cork my wine and call it a night. When he walks in. Mr Grey Shirt.

Built like a rugby player, tall, rugged, with tattoos wrapping around his arms. Thighs that make my mouth water and my lady parts purr. Dark hair I want to thread my fingers through.

A beard I want to feel between my…well, that’d be telling but rhymes with kegs and hopefully ends in O’s He looks like a broody lumberjack, and I instantly want him in my garden chopping wood…Shirtless.

He’s nothing like I imagined. No…he’s so much better. He’s all muscle, rough around the edges, the kind of man built to ruin girls like me. Challenge accepted. And everything’s going well.

Until it’s not. I end up throwing red wine over his head.

Wesley Three years without a woman. Even longer since I went on a date. I’m better at laying bricks and scanning blueprints than making small talk.

Then a mate I’ve since lost touch with sets me up on a blind date I didn’t want to go on. Eventually, I walk in. She’s gorgeous.

Long dark hair, curves I can’t look away from, wrapped in a blue dress, looking like an absolute knockout.

We were getting on great…until she called me a tosser and covered me in half a glass of bargain basement house red, then left.

I’m surprised when, a year later, she walks into my local, looking better than ever. But things have since changed, I’m a certified A-hole, and I like to go about my day without being bothered.

Turns out fate has other plans and keeps throwing us together. But it gets worse. Because now… she’s my new neighbour. I never close my curtains, never had to. She gets more than a room with a view.

But I’m not on her list of favourite people. She keeps teasing me with those full curves of hers.