Second date!

Some thought it would never happen. But sure enough, she has now gone on a SECOND DATE. Look, it really does have to be in capitals. It is the first time she's had a second date in more than four years, after all.

He was there, waving, outside the bar she had elected. And she thought - My, he really is hot in an indie boy way, isn't he? Hurray! They kissed cheeks hello, and she was glad to see his hand lingered on her waist as they broke away. All set up for the perfect second date, no?

But, let's fast forward here kids. For I am afraid to report that this was a second date with NO KISSING.

No kissing! On a second date! When he is hot and she is fantastic! Seriously, what is going on there? Has he got the dreaded 'swu and is afraid of infecting her? If so, fair play. But if not then there really is no explanation.

Last time she checked, she wasn't a 15-year-old slightly tipsy on a few pints of Firkin, all dressed up in a fur-lined coat and deliriously happy to have any male contact. And a little arm touching is really not enough at the age of 29.

They really did have a great night though. He has a lovely, full-of-gorgeousness face. They went to see a great film (Moon, since you ask. Go see!) and went for a great drink afterwards.

The only explanation in her eyes is that he is the last of the great romantics, and felt a first kiss at midnight at a tube station where the only witness was a drunk 60-year-old in a purple wig clutching a can of Special Brew in one hand and a mouldy pasta salad in the other was really not the way to go.

The fact he suggested they next meet at a film not due to be screened until the end of September is neither here nor there. Apparently he got his dates wrong. Shall we let him off? Or should she pursue the red-haired, freckled Famous-Five-All-Grown-Up boy who she met this week while on a course at work? True, they haven't spoken all that much. But he HAS been smiling on each occasion.

Decisions, decisions...