The summer after his big break, we reconnected and went on a few dates.I liked him, but my mind and heart were elsewhere, so I let our budding romance fizzle.He was ridiculously cute and seemed smart, kind and thoughtful.
I used to think of The Actor as "The One That Got Away." I couldn't help but wonder if I'd been older and given him more of a chance back then, that things would have turned out differently.As we browsed the shelves, she began talking to me. We chatted for a while and eventually swopped numbers.I was going to play it cool and wait a couple of days before calling. Flattered, and impressed by her confidence, which had no doubt been honed in New York’s sharp-elbowed and occasionally vicious dating scene, we met up for a leisurely Sunday evening stroll in the park.As first dates go, it had started almost perfectly.I had met Sara - a no-nonsense American redhead - in a central London bookshop.All went well at first and we seemed to hit it off.