Dates on hold

There she was, all set for a date that actually looked rather promising - and then her lack of money had to go and blow a hole in the thing. It is like being financially crippled and then having the crutches kicked out from under your feet.
She quite likes the look of this boy as well. He's from the same internet site, but actually isn't a troll, which is a remarkable first. Instead, he is sweet and funny (on screen anyway, admittedly) and they like the same arty-wanky films and books. We'll call him Daniel, as that's the Ugly Betty character her very wise friend reckons he looks like. They were all set to go to an exhibition that promises floating penises waving past your face in a darkened room while a disembodied voice calls you a buttercup, and the nasty bank went and put a stop to it.
But have no fear! This is a mere postponement. In the meantime, she is living in self-imposed exile in her rather cramped flat, existing solely off Nutella and cous-cous until pay day comes around. ie. with no exciting date action.
And there is another boy on the cards as well - an intriguing non-Tory Sloaney boy who shares her love of a well-made G&T, good grammar and board games and owns 60 shirts. There have only been a few emails, and he is a little young, but she has not had too many moral dilemmas of late when it comes to age so is keeping an open mind.

Oh and an update! The TV presenter called yesterday. But she missed the call. All rather curious...