Humpday, bumpday...do I need a hip flask on a sober date?!

I mean, the Smug Marrieds in my life assure me this isn't true...I even
know a happy Tinder couple. But it seems sadly true for me. The spinster
life and a score of kitty cats beckon....

...I've had a little virus working on me over the holidays and today it's back to a head. Just feeling wiped out so I've spent most of today sleeping or contemplating the impossibly pretty girls that seem to be two a penny in Hollywood.

I've got a date with a chap this weekend who self describes his accent as "part evil scientist" (he's from Mainland Europe...a Germanic language country). Already the self doubt creeps in that he's never going to like me because I'm too strong, I'm too dorky, too fat, too x, y, z - this, that or the other. I know that makes no sense really - but does anyone ever *not* have these thoughts.

I mean, I've been properly single for about four years now despite dating throughout. I've met some great guys but few that I've had that spark with. Maybe I am just not a City girl when it comes to the boys that seem to inhabit the metropolis.


I confess I have a strong preference for the farmer / country lad. They're more straight forward in their attraction and frankly their banter has better form. Ugh - banter should be read there in the sense of the word before it was appropriated by London w@***rs as something which seems to mean you can talk someone into a boredom coma about a "gap yah".

I mean someone who can bait you in conversations, put you down but in the way that just edges the line of playground syndrome flirting rather than self-esteem destruction. The tactile, bolshy conversation that, if all goes well, leads to a fantastic snogging session in the hallway of a random pub.

God. I loved being eighteen - when that was all I wanted of a night out!

Well, for the date I guess I'll just crack out the Bridget Jones knickers, the curly hair and some natural but done make-up. I think he's suggested a hot chocolate based date - does that mean I should bring a personal flask of Dutch courage to the date this weekend? I suspect not...but it doesn't mean it won't happen.

Wish me health, wealth and f*** ton of bants on the date this weekend! More instalments before then, of course. Just not much to analyse from sleeping in my bed most of the day!

xoxo