You could say my radar is a little broken. Charmers. Cheaters. The worst of the worst. It took me all of ten seconds to work out that he was nothing like that …

Blond hair, broad shoulders, heart-breaking smile.
So maybe I was bowled over.
A little starry-eyed.

Especially when he didn’t shy away from all my sass. Gave as good as he got.
So I didn’t ask too much. Didn’t probe when he answered a question with a question.

I guess I thought he had secrets. Yeah … well … I have a few of those myself.
It’ll all come out in its own good time.
At least that’s what I thought.

But then I was forced to think about it. Forced to confront the fact that I knew nothing about him.
And then I got mad. Really mad.
And I went for looking for answers.