Day minus-10

Well rather disappointingly I behaved completely appropriately last night. I met up with the boy (In traditional blog fashion I shall give him a ridiculous pseudonym to protect his privacy... MattCartert07925673458, or Mr.C for short. There) So I met up with Mr C and we wandered around Soho looking for a place to eat. It was 8pm and nowhere was serving food! Now this is very odd to me... Do the kind of people who work in Soho actually leave work at 5pm?? Or perhaps they do not eat?! I am intrigued by this, please Soho-types enlighten me as to why you do not need food after 8pm at night.

We finally found somewhere that from the outside looked really cool (due to tricky tinted glass) and on the inside was basically a cafeteria. No matter, it served food and wine. Brilliant.

It's funny when you date someone for a few months, and you have a great connection and you have that smug feeling you know them so well, and then you break up and in one night as 'friends' you find out more about them then you did in all those months sharing their bed.
As you can probably gather, Mr.C surprised me last night. Perhaps boys are more comfortable letting you in on personal experiences as "friends", perhaps he had a bit more wine than usual... whatever the reason, it was really nice.

The story of me and Mr.C goes thus (stop me if you've heard this one before): He was supposed to be a rebound off a particularly emotionally draining, dramatic 2 year stint with a Troubled Boy. The rebound plan got shot to hell when I fell head over heels for him. How inconsiderate of him to cause such a divergence from a winning formula. Needless to say, Troubled Boy had left me with more baggage than the BA lost and found, and alas my blossoming relationship was not immune. After a few months of greatness, things crumbled and I was left holding some more lovely designer bags and a broken heart.

I couldn't look at him for the next six months without wanting to cry or claw desperately at his receding coat tails (no, no, it wasn't really like that. What guy wears coat tails on a regular basis?). So funnily enough we didn't speak much. That was well over a year and several not-quite-the-same relationships ago. I got past it, and I suddenly find myself with a great friend. Maybe not the Disney fairy tale ending us ladies are programmed to desire, but I'll take my consolation prize like a champ.

Besides, he has promised to set me up with one of his many single friends.

Result.

So that was day minus-11. Apologies there is nothing more lurid to report. I'll work harder next time.

As for tonight, I'm off to play table football in Shoreditch. I shouldn't be going; the flat is a mess and I need to get everything ready for my best friend's arrival from the colony (!!!) It's her first trip over the Atlantic, and I can barely contain my excitement. I am wiggling uncontrollably in my excitement, like a sack full of wiggling puppies. She is coming specifically to help me through this dark countdown. What a lovely, lovely girl.

Off to kick some serious TF @ss.

MissA.x