Ruth loves her boyfriend. He's handsome, has a killer body, and the sex is awesome. He does have one major fault though. He travels so much with work and when she does see him, he only wants to...stay in. At first she's happy that he only wants to be with her, but over time, his habit of jibbing out at the last minute for any bloody occasion that involves socialising, really does her head in. All she wants, for goodness sake, is for people to get to know her boyfriend.
Okay, so she wants them to see she has a hunk of a boyfriend, but is that so wrong?
When Ruth wakes in a hotel room suffering from a major hangover, she tries to piece the events of the previous night together. The last thing she remembers is sitting next to an average-looking guy with a nice accent, and wondering just what those hands could do given half the chance. When the bathroom door opens and Mr. Average walks out, she realises that at the ripe old age of thirty-three, Ruth Jones has experienced her first one-night stand.
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