Almost perfect...

This is getting a tad embarrassing now. She can hardly look you in the eye, as a fully-fledged 29-year-old with more than a wee bit of experience when it comes to the lesser sex. But she hates to admit that she fluffed it again. Or rather, it was fluffed. The ending of the date.

It was a fantastic date as well! Most fun she had had for ages (with her clothes on). They went to the late night opening of the Summer Exhibition at the RA, pausing for a glass of Rose wine in the courtyard before two hours of laughing, culture and flirting inside. Seriously, he was standing very close to her. She realised that he is actually very hot indeed. They had so much fun being silly in there, and then at the (admittedly weird) restaurant (which sold no booze, hence the weirdness!), and then at the Leicester Square bar (shoulder touching on the way there). And then? No prizes for guessing. Back on the tube, where they said farewell with not a hint of action.

But she can tell that there is something there. It's not just her imagination, which the cynics amongst you may be saying! There is definitely something. At least now she knows for sure she wants to kiss him. Heck, she is DYING to kiss him! She got hassled by two drunk Aussies on the Tube on the way home, and was almost tempted to join them just so she got a snog out of the evening! Don't worry, she didn't though - they were a bit too drunk and Australian for her liking. And picking someone up on the Tube is asking for trouble. She understands the Topshop Buyer was in the vicinity this evening as well and would have been tempted to try her luck there as well (but didn't. don't worry).

She had brought out her sexiest dress as well, made her hair look as good as it ever will at this length, and worn her least-Pat Butcher dangly earrings. Her ex would have been throwing himself at her at this point. Plan B? Well, that's to bring out the expensive bottle of wine tomorrow and get him over to her south London roof terrace. Where they shall drink the lot. Cheap tactics, but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

Her rather lovely flatmate is now surprisingly single by the way, ladies. Anyone got any potential candidates she could set him up with? And don't even suggest it, in case you were thinking that way! Certain men - housemates, friend's brothers (err but not ex-boyfriend's brothers), bosses - are strictly off limits. He sees her in pyjamas and knows she has Sex and the City (as opposed to just Sex) marathons, for goodness sake. We all know there is nothing even remotely sexy about that.

Oh and another random offshoot (sorry, I'm full of them - but then it is just gone midnight) - she just saw the MOST misogynistic film cinema has ever made! Okay, it's fun to see mindless candyfloss type films from time to time. But The Ugly Truth just set feminism back about 50 years! Katherine Heigl, what were you thinking?

If you've not seen it, the premise is this: Women cannot hold down a successful career and also be attractive to men. Women immediately scream and jump up and down if a man they like shows a smidgen of interest. Women should be seen (and especially their breasts) and not heard. Women are control freaks. Women need to erase their personality to get men interested (because that, apparently, is the sole aim of their lives). Okay, that may seem a bit hypocritical given the nature of this blog, but in all honesty, this is only one small facet of my life. Gerard Butler didn't even have the decency to look hot in it - instead he was a sweaty, bloaty-faced blob, while Heigl looked stunning as ever.

Ah well. Rant over. Resumption of normal service follows...