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me back real soon. Xxx

      Photos and emails? Already? I blinked a bit in disbelief on account of how normally it can take days or even longer to get to this stage online. Ok, so this was clearly a ‘jump in two feet first’ kind of guy. So this time I left it a good hour before messaging him back, thinking safety first. Because you just never know online, do you?

       User Name: lady_reporter

       Me again.

       So … you’re divorced? Separated? With shared custody of Logan?

       With apologies if I come across as being a bit nosey. It’s just you really can’t be too careful these days, can you?

       p.s. and just so you know, the entire screen of my iPad is now covered in flour, baking soda and apricot jam. And it’s ALL YOUR FAULT.

       p.p.s. Logan sounds so adorable.

      I hit the send key and waited. Six minutes this time, that’s exactly how long it took for him to get back to me.

      A Very Good Sign.

       From: Guy_in_the_Sky

      Please excuse me. Guess being single for so long kind of makes me forget my manners. Fact is, I’m a widower. My beautiful wife Amy passed away when Logan was just eighteen months old. Most painful thing of all is that even though I try my best to keep her memory alive for him, truth is he barely remembers her. But right now, he keeps on badgering me for a new Mom and ‘younger brothers and sisters, that he can boss around’.

      Gotta tell you, the whole dating landscape has changed a lot since before I got married. This is my very first foray into the whole online dating thing so please bear with me if I come on a bit too strong. Just not used to the whole scene, that’s all. Be patient with me, Lady Reporter.

      By the way, you still haven’t told me what you do for a living? You said you love your job, but you never told me what exactly that is? Though I’m guessing the clue is probably in your username.

      OK. So it was at this point I started to sit up and really pay attention. He was a widower, which proved he wasn’t commitment-phobic or afraid of marriage, plus he had a kid, which clearly said ‘family man.’ Exactly the type statistically proven that goes on to remarry and live happily ever after. We once did a story on it at the radio station where I work and now I was thinking … could it be possible? On a lonely, ordinary, nothing-special Friday night, had I accidentally stumbled on the Holy Grail of online dating?

      This time, I was back to him after just half an hour spent watching House of Cards.

       User Name: lady_reporter

       Oops! Sorry, serves me right for emailing and getting distracted by my salted caramel sauce at the same time.

       To answer your question, I’m an investigative journalist on a current affairs show here in Dublin. It’s a very full schedule and it’s demanding, but even on the bad days, when it’s 5 a.m. and I’m shivering in sub-zero temperatures outside Mountjoy Prison covering some convicted drug baron’s release, I still wouldn’t swap it for anything.

       Got to dash, need my two hands to use the Magimix.

      I winced a bit at the sheer bare-facedness of the lie, because basically all the above is just a teeny bit of an exaggeration. An investigative reporter on a current affairs show? I only bleeding wish. In actual fact I’m a lowly researcher and while my dream is one day to work on TV news, the sad reality is that the only gig I can get these days is on an afternoon phone-in show; one of those caller-dependent programmes, where listeners ring in to give out about their social welfare being cut or else the price of the bin charges. And my job is to trawl through the papers and the internet in the hope that some good, juicy, contentious news item will jump out at me, which our presenter then invites callers to ring in on and pitch their two cents worth about.

      But then I glanced back at my last post and thought shag it anyway. Besides, it wasn’t an out-and-out porker, just a tweaking and a slight embellishment of the truth, that was all. Huge difference. And everyone cheats the small stuff a wee bit online, don’t they? It’s a truth universally acknowledged that if a guy says he’s ‘chubby’ it means ‘morbidly obese.’ Similarly ‘fond of fun times’ means, ‘swinger.’ Oh, and ‘enjoys a few drinks’ means ‘would gladly suck the alcohol out of a deodorant bottle’.

      Online it’s acceptable, I told myself. Everyone does it and the way I look on it, this is just how you level out the playing field. And I’m sure this guy is no different. So maybe he’s a little older than I’m assuming, or maybe he’s not six feet tall, like he claims. But when it comes down to it, these are all relatively minor concerns aren’t they?

      Yet again, he was back to me almost instantly.

       From: Guy_in_the_Sky

      Wow. Sure didn’t realize I was messaging a bona fide celebrity! What a fascinating job; sure as hell is more interesting than mine, I can tell you.

      P.s. I’m guessing you got a real pretty first name.

      And I’d sure love to know what it is.

       User Name: lady_reporter

       Holly. It’s Holly.

       From: Guy_in_the_Sky

      A real pleasure to meet you Holly from Ireland, even if it is only virtually. I’m Andy McCoy, at your service.

      Really gotta go; Logan’s throwing a football into my face right now. Oh and I forgot to mention I’m a commercial pilot for the good people over at Delta Airlines. I fly the transatlantic route mostly and travel over and back to Ireland regularly. Shannon mostly, but Dublin too. Friendliest people in the world and boy, are the girls pretty.

      Over and out ma’am, for the moment at least.

      At your service,

      (Captain) Andy McCoy.

       Chapter Four

      ‘Holly Johnson! You are one barefaced liar and you should be utterly ashamed of yourself!’

      I was sitting at our tiny kitchen table for this ear-bashing from my flatmate Joy. It was not long after I first ‘met’ Andy online, and I was topping up our glasses with a bottle of Pinot Grigio that I’d bought us as a Friday night treat to have along with a bowl of pasta. And frankly I was starting to regret that I’d ever bothered confiding in Joy, who was sitting right opposite me, eyebrows knitted down crossly.

      ‘But doesn’t he sound just so lovely? Captain Andy McCoy,’ I distinctly remember trying to convince her. ‘And get of load of the profile picture he sent me … look! He’s got eyes exactly like Matthew McConaughey’.

      ‘You told him you could bake! Out and out pork pies, Holly. You even had the cheek to embellish it, by blathering on about getting flour and apricot jam all over your iPad, for feck’s sake.’

      ‘I know, but …’

      ‘… Listen to this for a big load of my arse! “Baking is my fundamental switch-off mechanism.” When we both know the only ‘baking’ you did last night was to shove your lean cuisine dinner for one into the microwave.’

      ‘Yeah, OK, so you and I may know that, but he doesn’t …’

      ‘… You never even go near the oven in this kitchen, unless you want to check the time on the clock. And as for that load of horse dung about “my chocolate cherry cupcakes are worthy of the Great British Bake Off?” That sounds like such a cheesy come on, if I ever heard one! Who do you think

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