All about Facebook

The Awards night was a lot of fun, but was light on romance. Actually I was disappointed not to come across a single bloke that took my fancy. Not one! I am starting to think maybe all the cynics are right, I am too fussy.

Something funny did happen though. Twas about 1.30am, I was still in fine form when a freckly blonde bird made a beeline for me from across the room. Her first question was are you dating [insert Irish's real name here]? I was shocked, shocked, shocked. I responded, no have never actually met him, but am planning to - why do you care? Oh don't care she said, just that he is my ex boyfriend.

Yeah right she doesn't care, the only connection between Irish and I that she could have intercepted was a short wall post on facebook. So not only is she checking his facebook action she is committing female contributors to memory! Of course took the opportunity to text Irish about this matter. Strangely responded by text although 1.30am. Then called me in the morning as he couldn't resist getting the full low down.

Any way, it's done nothing to dampen my enthusiasm, seems Irish is popular with this attractive blonde so he must be something of a catch?

On another matter, the following morning I received a mystery text saying simply 'so hung'. Now given I'd been out tearing it up the night prior I had to assume that this was in relation to booze not penis length. Wrote back, likewise, who is this?

Very strange thing happened, through persistence, figured out sender of text was actually not intending text for me. In fact, after a couple of messages back and forward it transpired, his name was Ben and I had actually met him in a club some months previously.

You are all aware that the HH requires much persistence, so I persisted...by following up with a why don't you facebook me my name is Husband Hunter [yeah yeah insert real name here]? I figured I am not in the habit of giving out my mobile number to just anybody so he was worth a little look.

We are now 'friends'. Have unfortunately established by interrogating his facebook page that he is some 9 years younger than me. Still he is cute enough. So we shall see, me thinks.

Woke up yesterday on the downward slide. Unfortunately, perhaps due to my busy social calender I am getting sick. I did not let this stop me from attending the races. But I am afraid to say, after a talent free race marquee, we headed to the post race pub where I proceeded to almost completely lose my voice. Despite HIGH levels of eye candy, I had to send myself home. I am not very happy about being sick, I have no time for it! And for all the moments for this to strike....while I was about to strike myself. Boo!

Today, once more the lurgy is looming large. In fact must take myself off to bed with some lemon and honey, am more keen to meet Irish than ever, so must get better asap.

xxxoooxxx