Here's what you missed... kind of.

It's not that she doesn't want to write about the Irishman, but it just feels a bit wrong. She may get round to it at some point. To be honest, she's just figuring out how she feels about being single again, and is a bit grateful that what happened at Reading seemed to break some kind of spell. He was the nicest guy, but ultimately, she didn't love him. Oldest story in the book. But it's the truth. And he never said he loved her and - worst crime of all - wouldn't hold her hand. Perhaps it's a little bit of a sad situation, perhaps it's wasted time that's the most frustrating. Yep, frustrating is probably the word to sum up the whole relationship.

Anyhow - she's still in love with Uni Boy. But you guessed that, right..?? She's trying to let it go, don't worry. Umm yeah, STILL trying to let it go.

However, for the first time in forever, she has a date. On Friday. With the brother of her new best friend. Whom she met at her wedding, but oh-so-briefly that this feels like a blind date, if anything. He lives out of town and has asked to stay at hers ("on a sofa or a stairwell", in his words). Is that weird? She can't work it out. In any case, she'd better tidy her room...

Luck of the Irish

Sometimes, just sometimes, comes along a date that restores your faith in the Gods of Dating (and they exist - oh, they exist). She wasn't so much nervous about this date itself, more nervous in case she didn't fancy him. But she did. Oh, she did.
From the lopsided grin when he met her at the train station, to the protective arm thing he did when she nearly walked in front of a bus (now THAT would have been a bad start...), to the just simple NICENESS of him and how funny he is and the accent. Did she mention the accent? Argh, and she promised not to gush!
After a rash of bad dates, it's very hard not to get too excited about a great one. But there's nothing wrong in a little excitement, no? He says funny things, like: "I think I'd like to go into space... but only if there'd be something to see, like. I think the novelty of just seeing earth would wear off, after a bit....". Okay, maybe you had to be there.
She had a bit of date embarrassment in suggesting the bottle of wine she bought wasn't all that cold, so he offered to take it back - only to find she'd accidentally bought red instead. Oops! But somehow, it didn't matter. Not one bit.
Anyway, early days. Early, early days....

Normal service now resumed....

She wanted to get some things off her chest. DONE! And now for a catch-up (another one!).

* There were two dates with the friend's friend from work. A no comment would probably be kindest. Though she did discover the utter wonderousness of wasabi peanuts, so that can't be all bad.

* She got the date with the Guardian Soulmates guy. You know Mr Schuester from Glee? Imagine that. Now imagine him as gay, awkward, making inappopriate comments and without the general beauty of Mr Schu's face. He had a phobia of tea and a cat called Mo-Fo. This is not a joke. You may, or may not, be surprised that she had to drink her way through it. Mojitos and red, red wine.

* Finally, FINALLY she figured that Future Husband probably isn't future husband if he has a girlfriend. Subtle clue, but she just about figured it out. He is coming to the birthday party to end all birthday parties in the coming weeks, and she has rather embarassingly sent a few drunken texts (albeit restrained ones. no kisses counts as restrained, right?) but it's probably all okay. Except she is, however, a tad concerned about the fact that on Friday night on a flashing dancefloor, she told FH's uni friend she intended to marry FH. Said friend (who came home with her flatmate, fact fans! wooop!) then sent text to FH. She is worried. Needlessly? We'll see.

* Now for the fun stuff. On said flashing dancefloor, when lovely flatmate was otherwise engaged, after a free shot of Sambucca she started talking to a boy in a red t-shirt. Or he started talking to her, the details are a tad hazy. We shall call him Irish (for that is his name) and we will be a little bit excited that they then had an ace chat on Saturday and that they are going for a wee drinkie on Wednesday night - a pre-weekend to make up for her covering the whole of England for work for the whole of Easter. Actually, and at last, a date she is really looking forward to. Nothing might happen. But you know, it's a possibility, an outside shot, that something just might. Did she mention his accent? Oh, the ACCENT....

LLx