It was about 10 minutes ago. From the moment we locked eyes as she entered the pub, I knew all that wax I put on my hair and cologne I sprayed on myself was going to be utilised. There was a way about her feminine grace that made my heart flutter and my nerves tense up. I rubbed my hands together to try and ease up and look slightly more composed. As I took the first step, I popped my chin up. As I took the 2nd step, I smiled to myself and believed that this was going to be fun. On step 3 and 4, I made the all-important eye-contact. On 5, I threw out the best conversational starter I have ever used in my life: “Hi†with a genuine smile.