So it goes, Irish has rescheduled me for next week. Appears he is somehow connected to Fashion Week and his services are required. Quite impressed by this actually!
On the bright side he has offered to a/ research a restaurant in my local suburb b/ book and c/ take me to dinner next week. And the phone chat was really rather enjoyable, so far we are connecting. I do know I must remember my own advice though, quick to the face to face or risk lack of chemistry disaster. Oh well, a little too late for that one.
I now get to have a quiet night in tonight. Which is a very good thing, as tomorrow I have an Industry Awards night and I would like to be rested and glamed up. You just don't know who you're going to run into at these things. I mean, could my conference man be there? Or will there be a new potential man for me out and about?
Part of me is actually worried about Irish's fate. Between the Awards and the Races who knows what will eventuate!
Stay tuned.
xxxoooxxx
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