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Dear Coleen

I’ve fancied a barman who works in my local pub for months. It’s become a running joke among my friends, as I’ve never been able to pluck up the courage to speak to him, let alone ask him out. But I keep dragging my mates to the pub, so I can stare at him. ‌

Last week, my friend invited him back to our student flat after the pub closed, as we had some booze and food and she also told him that I liked him. I was mad with her, but also secretly delighted. ‌

It was a fun night. I had a conversation with him for the first time ever and did lots of flirting . But at the end of the night, when he was leaving to go home, we had a kiss on the stairs and it was terrible – I felt nothing at all. ‌

It wasn’t just that he was a bad kisser – there was no chem

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