Watching paint dry

Such is the state of my love life this week. Boring, boring, boring.

I nearly had a date last night though. My mother will be pleased, I have indeed forged ahead with contact with my ray of hope...he who does not like 'big nights out'. That name is far too complicated though, so henceforth, he shall be know as The Body. And with good reason, what does appeal to me about The Body...is well (from the photo only) his umm physical assets. Hopefully they will deliver in person! I wonder if he'll mind that his nickname is shared with Elle?

While Irish is quite the hard one to pin down, not so The Body. After one email he was up for the next day meet and greet. Quite like his style, back to my own moto of quick to face to face for chemistry check.

I was my own worst enemy, however, got carried away at work, didn't open his message and before I knew it I'd missed out on a date! Not to worry, we have rescheduled for early next week. See Irish, you must be careful, seems to me you snooze and maybe you lose.

Given I was staring down the barrel of any empty funnel, I also got busy kissing around (on the computer of course), in earnest last night. Ashamed to say I've had very little response. I can feel a 24 hour photo 'coming out' coming! I did say to stop me if I was ever tempted to do this again, so please try.

One final note. I have been extremely remiss in the finding of blind dates. I guess I'm just too embarrassed to ask....but if you know anyone that fits my Vision, please do send him my way. Clearly in addition I need to get over myself and up the assertiveness!

xxxoooxxx