She was supposed to be the first woman I slept with – until she said a name

I wasn’t on a date like I thought I was – I was on someone’s fact-finding mission (Picture: Getty Images)

‘Is Natasha* single?’

My eyes moved quickly from my coffee to my date who was sitting in front of me.

I frowned, confused.

‘Natasha?’ I asked, as if I didn’t know who she meant, but I did. Natasha was a friend of mine – and someone I thought I’d seen Sarah* flirt with recently.

‘Yeah, you know. Natasha. The one with long brown hair who does yoga…’

Trying to conv...