and so i e-mailed

as i didn't have the number of last week's guy, i decided to e-mail him. kept it short and sweet - hi, hope you got home ok with some lame joke.

he could be out of the office, but everyone has a black berry these days. so, he's either not interested, playing games, or majorly drunk when we smootched. i'd say all of the above.

at least i went out there.
if only just sticking my toe in..

it's only a phone call

the problem with kissing someone you kinda like is you expect them to call. well, you want them to call.

and inevitably they never do. i've had so many experiences in london where you meet someone, and regardless of whether you end up in bed with them or not, most do not ask for your number. it just doesn't get to that stage. everyone is so fast paced that you move on to the next thing. or in several scenarios i've experienced recently, you move BACK to the previous person, thereby in reality you yourself are a distraction, a transient pair of lips.

so here i am, trying not to get savannah involved as the middlegirl in my shenanigans, yet wanting this guy to call.

it gets to me sometimes.

or course, if you liked them enough, you'd bite the bullet, swallow your pride, and call yourself. but most of the time you're not willing to. because you're still not willing to put yourself out there in case you get rejected. and maybe that's what it is. when you meet someone you like enough - someone you connect with, whom you're really attracted to, you're ready to give up all this bullshit and game playing and go for it.

until then, there's always the waiting game.

another valentine's day has come and gone and i managed to be single yet again.
i've been single 3 years in a row for valentine's day.
it's amazing the timing i have.

but, i did kiss someone after midnight which means technically i had a valentine's day kiss. which is nice.

savannah, my single and fabulous new york friend invited me to a singles night last night. and after i finally got out of work, traumatised and on an empty stomache, i ended up at a bar full of singletons seeking to meet someone.

spent most of the night talking to savannah's friend, a nice if somewhat showy and drunk english guy whom i'd met a few months ago at drinks. we share a love of food and cooking so i suppose that's a good starting point. after some good conversation, drunken ravings and a sprinkle of flirtations we ended up at dinner with two others. a few bottles of champagne and wine later, he walked me home in a most gentlemanly fashion but i suspect chickened out when i said i wasn't going to invite him in. my bedclothes need a wash so there was no way i'd want him to come in.

still, we had a brief but nice smootch, following which for all i know he went back to the bar and picked up someone else (i am realistic!)

but it's nice to be back in the ballgame, even though i don't know the rules anymore...