After flirting on Bumble for a week, I met Jack for a drink at a local pub, somewhere between his place and mine.
I was nervous, but I’d worn my lucky date dress – a tight grey number which moved seamlessly from the office to after work drinks, with a good hint of cleavage rounding off my curves.
I walked into the pub, and there was Jack, drop dead handsome with a mop of dark hair and a G&T waiting for me.
Taking a seat at the table by the window, I took in his white shirt, stretched over his arms and chest, and up to the widest grin under sheepish eyes.
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Jack was a former farm boy from a cattle property out in Victoria, and, with a sprinkle of freckles across his nose, his laid-back attitude was a welcome relief from the string of city boys I’d been dating.
His relaxed and humble vibe oozed across the room, quickly putting me at ease and making me feel comfortable. I asked him about life on the farm and he described it vividly, from breeding to feeding to delivering calves.
Compared to the men in suits, he was a breath of fresh country air.