Well, last Friday I had a somewhat emotional reunion with a very old love. Jack Daniels. I have sworn off the Jack because it magnifies my maniac tendencies and quite apart from intensifying the lunatic behaviour I am prone to whilst drunk, it gives me blackouts, possibly to protect my sanity, and a raging case of The Fear every time. At least he's consistent.

So I went to my local with BB and HCH for that lethal favourite 'a couple of drinks'. Started nicely on the mad apple but everyone switched to shorts, so I decided to have a JD and coke. Double. I'm starting to think Jack and the mad apple are in league with one another. Anyway, at some point I had a few 'in between' drinks because the other two were drinking too slowly.

There was a band in the pub, who were ok in all honesty, and I had noticed that their drummer was quite fit. So by midnight, I was feeling well foxy which should have meant it was time to go home, but instead I sent HCH to enquire whether said gentleman was single and if so could I have his number. Clearly she was blotto also because she did so quite merrily.

It all gets a bit blurry after that, but I ended up taking Drummer Boy home with me. He was utterly sober. I have NO clue what I was saying to him, but knowing my previous joint-ventures with JD, it was either pointless, incoherent, smutty as hell or incredibly boring. He stayed over, penetration did not occur and he left for work around 8am Saturday and within minutes was texting me about what a great time he had.

Long story short, went out on a date with him on the Sunday. He kept attempting to reference things I had said the night before, but after I'd begged him to stop for the 45th time I think he gave up. God how mortifying - I kiss my mother with this mouth?! I actually like him. He's a little older than the guys I normally go for (35) but this can't be a bad thing, he's intelligent, has a proper job, nice house, no kids, never been married (I think), good taste in music, great rack, tattoos etc etc etc. What's freaking me out is that he seems to think I'm great.

I'm not BAD, don't get me wrong, slightly above fair-to-middling I'd say, but I am in no way all that. So now I'm thinking that there has to be something wrong with him if he thinks I'm so awesome.

I am going on a 'day date' with him tomorrow... he's been texting me tons all week and I'm not sure if I prefer it when guys are utterly indifferent and could take me or leave me. So now that I finally have the chance to go on a date, with a guy that is my type and whom I am pretty sure I fancy, I'm not sure I am up for it....

In typical me style, I have now over-thought it all to death and as a Cancerian I do not cope well with change in any form.. so I'm scared half to death and its only a second date. Its just so weird for me to meet someone I actually want to see more than once. Sober. Following the sage advice of Jables and Red I am breathing deep and am gonna calm myself, take it slow and see how it goes.

In other wonderful news, I've now completed my allergy tests and am allergic to permanent hair dye and cheap metals. Two of my favourite things. At least its not strongbow and boys though - praise the lord!

Have a fabulous weekend!
Love ya tons like currant buns,
Axx