Date number two

OK, buddies. Date two with B tonight.

I’ll be honest: I really want a snog out of this. Even if it all leads to nothing, I miss kissing. I miss intimacy. I want to snog his face.

We’re going to play ping pong at a cocktail bar that has a bunch of ping pong tables. I’m already worried that (being about as co-ordinated as a moose) I will fall over/hit myself on the head with a ping pong paddle/cause him some kind of unexpected injury.

This week has been crazy busy with Christmas parties and get togethers and lunches and ugh. I have put on 4 lbs since Monday and look like a bloated alcoholic. So I’m tired, but I’m excited.

In an email the other day B said that I was, “Probably the most stylish person I know these days.” This is the closest that he has come to actually flirting with me. Well, I tell you what, he could not have flattered me more. I’m very keen on my fashions.

Years ago I went out with a guy at work (the Secret Work Boyfriend), who looked me up and down one day and said, “That’s not fashion.” I was devastated. Not only did he seem to be going off my personality and face with alarming speed, he was now insulting my clothes.

I’m dressed to impress today in wool shorts with tights, and a Topshop blouse with a gold elephant collar.

You’d snog me, right?

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