I manage to bring one of the other lads over to join us, mainly because the young 20 yr old who had parked his backside next to me was coming on too strong. The other lad who joint us, what a lovely bloke, we had a right banter going between us. The poor 20 yr old had his nose put out of joint a bit. He tried putting me off his mate by saying he’s an old git he’s 32. I was there thinking he’s 24. They meanwhile had guessed my age as 27, I wasn’t about to correct them. 32 though…, I was seriously liking this guy now!!

It reached the point where a couple of the girls wanted to move on to somewhere with a dance floor. So the flirting banter had to come to an end. The lovely, hot, 32 yr old, asked for my number, so I watched as he typed it into his phone. Gave him a parting peck on the lips and left with the girls.

That was Saturday night, it’s now Monday night, did he texted or call?! NOPE!! Damn! Future note to self, get the guys number.

Though as a consolation prize, I’ve just been multi tasking as typing this, and have an online date meet up arranged this weekend. Though not expecting great things, he’s a what I call ‘well you never know could be better in person!!!!’

New years eve party was a house party at a friends, which was a good do. However there was one single man, a man 14 years my senior who no doubt was informed I was single. I could feel him luring across the lounge at me as I danced with my mates. So I knew at some point, once he’d had a few more to drink he’d approach us. Sometime in the early hours of new years day I was left sitting next to him (I sure did have words later with my friends for abandoning me like that). The chat up, well doubt I’d ever, hope I never hear again what he had to say. He decided to tell me about a nudist holiday he’d been on, and that it was difficult at times when the showers were mixed and the girl lathering herself next to you was very good-looking. He I’m afraid to say was a balding man with little hands.

What response was he expecting from me, the creep! I politely made my excuses to go for a top up in the kitchen and made sure I stayed well out of his way for the rest of the party.

Great start to find Mr Right in 2012 I think not!!!

Yes bloomers! I just done a performance of the can can in a burlesque show. I was also maiding all evening, which meant removing various items of clothing off the stage after each act. So of course I thought a bottle of rose would help the evening. Up until the porch bit, I think it did; lets hope I didn’t wake the neighbours!

I’ve been part of a burlesque group for 3 years and the Christmas shows are always the best. Tonights theme was Steam Punk. We had a Sweeny Todd style act, a Willy Wonka who reveal a golden ticket from a sequin thong; a Queen Victoria who stripped down to a dildo. Yes burlesque is revealing flesh, but no its not smutty. Our performers are from dance, theatrical backgrounds and the one thing our group has in abundance is comedy.

The audience was amazing, I had a  couple of friends turn up and then the CitySocial crowd who blew some of us girls away with their outfits. It was fascinators and corsets galore!

I’ve had a fabulous night, munching on toast and tea in hope to keep a hangover at bay. The present wrapping must take place tomorrow morning. Argh! But then its CHRISTMAS!!! Merry christmas everyone!! xxx

Roll on a few hours and recalling the interview in my head. Did I really?! I’m cringing as I recall.

When asked your favourite project you’ve worked on. I responded with a sexual health campaign, we did a poster saying ‘get your teats out for the lads’ with 2 strategically placed condoms. I even made two circles with my thumb and fingers and held them at boob height. What was I thinking!!!!

The venue, the pub I’d give it a 2/10. When he said traditional pub, I imagined a warm welcoming pub, with a couple of leather settees, friendly staff and the cliental to be people you’d like to socialise with. Instead it looked like it last had a decor change 2 decades ago. I sat there waiting for my date to arrive, (he was on time I was just early); sat opposite me was a couple in their late 50s. She was reading a novel and he was just supping on his pint; the whole time we we’re in that pub I don’t think they said one word to each other. Why go to the pub, they could have played the same scene out in their living room. We did eventually move on from this pub, to a pub of my choosing!

The date, he was cute, Bradley Cooper look a like, black hair blue eyes, laughter lines around the eyes and cute little dimples. Lovely and easy to chat to, I was aware I was flirty. But and there was a but. He was 31, he thought it was cool to tell me his ex-girlfriend was 18. When I questioned that isn’t that a bit young for you, his response was oh I met her in a club, I didn’t know how old she was. Then he went on to say that he’d pulled a 17 yr old the year before on a night out. Umm.. was he thinking that a girl would be impressed hearing that, or confusing me for one of the lads.

He’d a number of more dates lined up from the site, fair enough I’d expect that. So when we left our second venue and he suggested moving on elsewhere, I said sorry mate I’m calling it a night and heading home. He told me he’d had a fun evening pulled us in for a kiss and asked what my opinion of him was, would I considered a second date. I responded with telling him he should go on his other dates do a compare and contrast and get back to us.

If I was 10 years younger then yes I’d love to be dating him, but I do not wanting to date someone who isn’t looking for a relationship, and he wasn’t.

Ok so now and then I wear a skirt to work, but mainly I’m in jeans or trousers; and so are the rest of the female staff. There’s even woman in the office who don’t bother with make up or running a brush through their hair. Though I’m not one of them I must add!

Which is something about todays society I don’t like. What happened to taking a care in your appearance, I’ve even at this time of year seen people go to the supermarket in PJs, dressing gown and slippers (ok it may be very late 11.30ish, at a 24hr store), but come on shoes, coat, take seconds to put on!

So think I may have to organise a 1960s fancy dress party, for the excuse to dress up in the fashion of that era. In the first episode when one of the stewardess’ was questioned whether she was wearing a girdle. I thought girdle, ok I’ve suspender belts, but never a girdle. So I’ve gone shopping for a retro sexy girdle with suspenders and seamed stockings, time to treat myself!

Ok imagination, the garden, venue, party was spot on but, you failed major on the man front. Think I need to hurry up and see the new Twilight film, it may help on the imagination front!

So I met a couple of new people, mingled with people I already met and did have a good night. I rolled in a 2 in the morning, after heading out at 8 for what I thought was going to be a couple!

Though I don’t think my heart was truely in it for a fab night out. Hard to say what was wrong, but something was missing. I was chatting to people but I wasn’t my bubbly self, it felt like making small talk, like it was a lot of effort. Maybe that was due to the size of the crowd. Everyone I noticed formed their clicky groups. I was guilty of sticking to 2 groups of people and not mixing with half the people there. Suppose you are drawn to who you are comfortable with, share common things with. It was a bit like being at school, I was hanging out with the middle of the road people and the newbies. Then there were the geeks, the older crowd, the party (think I’m chocolate) girls, and the group of europeans.

A smaller group of  6 of us, moved onto another bar at midnight. Where one of the blokes pointed out, that as me and the girl sitting next to me were the 2 single girls, the blokes were blocking each other to get our attention. I never noticed till he said, but yeah it was funny how 2 alpha ( as he called them) men were trying to out do one another to impress us girls. The funny thing is I didn’t find one man attractive last night, there was 60 people at this social, loads of men. What is wrong with me, where’s my mojo gone!! Maybe its because 2 men I’ve met through City Socialising, have said they found me intimidating because of my height. One last night who was at least 6ft 2, actually taller than me, said ‘woah your tall that’s your intimidating!’ Yes I’m 6ft, that is tall for a lady, but nothing scary about me, so get over it fellas!