Who Needs Men Anyway?. Victoria Cooke

attractive and she’d always seemed to like James so I just ticked anything that was relevant to him:

      ✓ Brown hair

      ✓ 6'0" or above

      ✓ Medium build

      ✓ Similar interests

      Next, I had to fill in a paragraph about ‘myself’, or in this case, Megan. For a moment, I considered how hard this would be to write about yourself and felt glad I’d never had to do my own profile. Internet dating was a new concept to me. When I’d met James, people used it to look up information and that was it really. There wasn’t any online dating.

      I waffled on about being a personal trainer and liking to stay in shape, which was really a huge euphemism for ‘hot body and active in the bedroom’ wasn’t it? Did men want anything more than that? I didn’t think so. The final thing to do was set the distance. I tapped at the keys, having no idea how far Megan would travel for love. Deciding local would be best I set it to within three miles.

      Once I was finished, I scanned the page over and clicked ‘save profile’. I was convinced that when Megan was ready to start dating men, there’d be a bank of interested parties to choose from. I closed my laptop, feeling pretty smug with myself.

      The walk-in wardrobe was thick with James’s aftershave. The unmistakable fresh scent of his Creed Aventus lingered heavily in the air. It was my favourite, though why he was wasting the expensive stuff on a trip to an empty office for a few hours was beyond me. Still, little else compared that delicious scent so I sort of understood. Part of my attraction to him was that he took pride in himself.

      My phone buzzed as I walked out of my wardrobe, finally dressed.

      Sorry I’ve not been around much lately. How about a date night? Love U, J x

      My heart leapt. It had been far too long. My fingers were tapping back before I’d even thought about a reply.

      I’d love to. What did you have in mind? X

      I hit send and my chest came over all fluttery while I planned what I’d wear.

      We could go out for dinner . . . or you could show me that sexy little number again ;) x

      A smile spread across my face. At least I didn’t have to worry about what to wear.