‘You shouldn’t meet up with someone you’ve met on the Internet,’ Husband advised.
I started laughing: ‘I know her real name, I know all about her life, I know where she works, and I’ve seen pictures of her.’
‘Some crazies play the long game,’ Husband teased.
‘Haha…’ But as I walked away I started picturing Billygean as a 50-year-old man, with a pot belly, and unsavoury plans for me (sorry Billygean!). Continue reading