Last night I had a blind date that was set up due to our mutual BDSM lifestyle leaning.

How did it go?

Lets do some maths.

One journalist.

One bottle of red wine.

One sidewalk table in London.

One fantastic flow of conversation.

One gentlemanly walk back to the train station.

Equals one Abi wanting more.

(see ...and y'all were expecting yet another dating horror story.)