Seeing the wood from the trees

Today I went to Westonbirt Arboretum on a bit of a date.

I loved strolling around and going for drinks and dinner afterwards but I'm not sure I was with the right man for me.

It's funny that niggling feeling when you think someone is perfectly nice and quite lovely in some respects and yet you feel this creeping strange sense of doubt that you can't pin down but leaves you unsure.

Truth be told I was cheesed off when he let me pay for dinner.

I'm all for equality but in those first couple of dates, for me, I need a bit of romancing!