F-F-F-Friday

So. I have had a good old think about things and I am happy to announce that I'm starting 2009 as I mean to go on; it's the first Friday of the year and tonight I am being taken to a film and then dinner by a particularly attractive gentleman who is rather too young for me and sounds like enormously good fun. I'm so done with all the messing about. Lovely J - well, we courted earnestly via email and phone for nearly a month before we met, we'd both got too attached, and now there's awkwardness and hurt feelings and you know what - I'm not up for that. I had my heart quite thoroughly broken last year and I am not really up for going through that again for a while, thanks. No. Here is my thinking.

I am thirty now. Until I was twenty eight I'd been in two long-term relationships from the age of sixteen, both unsuitable set-ups where eventually I became very unhappy. I never dated as a teenager or young adult, so I figure it's about bloody time now. I don't want anything serious or - actually - even lasting at this point, unless it's something really, really special. I'd just like to go for some nice meals, have some funny conversations, catch some scary films with someone to pick them apart with after, and perhaps get the odd bit of, you know, attention. So. Dinner tonight you say? And a film? Oh go on then. It's something to shave my legs and put nice underwear on for, which in itself is a good start. I'd be more excited about it if he'd stop texting every ten minutes to say how gorgeous I am and how much he's looking forward to it, as it's approaching overkill now, but he IS younger and you know what, a bit of honest to goodness excitement at my presence is not going to hurt for once. Likewise I liked his approach: no messing about sending 500 anonymous winks and nudges on Match.com; no, one e-mail - which means he'd at least bothered to pay for a membership - saying, hello, you're really pretty and you like all the same things as me, can I take you for dinner tomorrow. Please. My response? Hell yes. Where are we going. Haha.

In other news, I received a deliciously funny e-mail from an immensely goodlooking type who lives nearby. Cor. Hello. what's the catch? Well, in the second deliciously funny e-mail he revealed he's a recovering sex addict. *bites lip* Is that bad? I am so going to hell.