Battling a full diary

Having cancelled on the (rather unfortunately) short boy for this Monday - he sent a really sweet message back to my cancellation email and I am honestly really rather upset that he’s barely tall enough to graze my elbow (if only boys could wear heels…and it be acceptable), I found myself with a free day to fill in an otherwise jam packed few weeks.

            I don’t really take things as being ‘a sign’ but considering I cancelled on the short boy around five minutes before I received a message from a boy that shall now be known as The Biking Engineer (he does the same job as my sister’s husband – digging big holes and tunnels and things and rides motorbikes around Europe in his free time) asking if I would be around for a drink on Monday, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to brave a first meeting.

            It also looks as though (despite my continued best efforts to finally finish Dracula ahead of this Thursday, I am actually going to have to opt out of Wine (Book) Club in favour of a date with The Choral Business Man – that’s right, I am braving a date with the boy that sings in the St Martin’s choir.

            I’m not sure how it happened, but it looks as though, just one week since our last Slutty Suppers dinner, I will already have hit the monthly target of two dates, and I’ve definitely already emailed about to my required six strangers. Obviously, I’m pleased to have hit the target, but slightly less excitingly, this means I have to deal with two first dates in one week. Good God, I hope there’s going to be enough gin in London to get me through to the weekend!