I fancied a lunch-time podge one afternoon so sent off a text to a regular, 'Okay' she said 'give me half an hour to have lunch'.
As I sat on a bench in the city center eating a Mars bar for glucose and sipping an energy drink thinking of the fun ahead, when who do I see walking up the precinct hand in hand with Sergei, my lunch-time booking.
Both walked passed without a glance or a word, then about 20 yards passed me she breaks free, blows me a kiss and a cheeky wave.
They actually made a nice couple, he looked a lot like a young George Michael in his Wham days, lots of gold chains and earrings and flash shopping bags.
10 mins later I got a text saying I'm ready now. Of course I texted back saying I had to go back in to work.
I just couldn't go ahead and fuck thinking what if he's in the next room, what if I'm fucking his childhood sweetheart, or his wife? What if there's a fibre optic
camera in the room and I end up on a Romanian amateur porn channel?

Too many what if's were running through my mind and put me off that reg for ages. ( Still not been back since). Or should I?