Fail!

Well, despite the lateness of my bloggery, I am sorry to have to inform you all that there are no cripplingly awful first-date anecdotes, or even the alternative (the flustered beard-rash hot-date story) because...it didn't happen. Apparently even the winter sickness that's doing the rounds has got it in for me. However, we are definitely going out later in the week when he's better. I don't know. I like the way this one talks to me.

Now, on the OTHER hand...I've also got a nasty case of the Cling-Ons. Oh yeah. I already said to A that because I seriously think this one might lead to some problems, I'm not going to blog too much about it - just in case something goes horribly wrong. But let me just say that after two or three (okay, fairly long, but still TWO OR THREE) IM conversations and a few texts...this one thinks I'm his girlfriend. And I do mean that quite, quite seriously. He is talking about us 'being together', and earlier on was asking whether I would 'be okay to deal with the closeness of his family'. I am a little scared that he might mean 'close' in a kind of icky way and 'family'...you know, a bit like the MANSONS. Evasive action needed, stat! I'll just be picking up my skirt and RUNNING LIKE THE WIND.

Man. Why can I not just meet a nice, normal, LOCAL one, who's not puking his guts up, crazy, married, hideously underage, slightly perverted, a cross-dresser or a cobbler?

Oh and speaking of which - your daily update!

1. Nothing from Lovely S (I sense he has gone elsewhere for his, er, needs)
2. Another horribly long and involved email from Hot-But-Underage Guy. I seriously need to not...look at his photo and then look at the email asking me strangely innocent sexual questions. It does funny things to me. Oh btw before anyone freaks out I need to just re-state the fact that he's not ACTUALLY underage, he's 21, but for me that's too young. I think. NO! It is. God amighty haha. I think I'll go to bed now.