An Affair to Remember.....and continue

Well It's Tuesday today, which means I survived the Jubilee party. Yay me!I have to admit, I started off a little too keen - downing a glass of Pimms swiftly followed by another five glasses of Pimms. Good times. After a few near misses with my stiletto boots on the garden gravel, and talking complete and utter shit, I decided to catch up on my glasses of water....!

I spent a good twenty minutes this morning untagging myself in some rather unsavoury pictures involving my tits and a massive gusset close-up (I'm never drinking ever again). I'm sure you've all been in that situation (having to untag the next day, not flashing gussets to the camera. Or maybe you have!). Lot's of pictures of tits, people falling over, boozy blokes pretending to dry hump each other, squirty cream, devilled eggs falling down bras, dipping burgers in ketchup squirted into bras, BBQ catching fire.....actually - how an event would look if you combined a brothel orgy with the London riots. Fuck I've enjoyed this weekend!

As much as I enjoyed a most epic party, the best part of the last four days has been meeting Mr Z. I had my concerns before we met, as you know from my previous Blogs, but from the first few hours of getting to know each other those worries started to drop away. He was sweet and funny, not to mention totally gorgeous, and we got on even better than I'd hoped. Everything felt right. In a way, it kinda scares me. I'm not known for my successful relationships. I'm the one people come to for advice on how to spot a douchebag. I just wish I knew how to spot one from the very beginning! Mr Z was everything I'd hoped for and more. Four days has felt like four years, but in a good way. I leave for Essex tomorrow, then it's Dublin on Friday, so I'm excited about that. But now it's kind of bittersweet. I wish I could talk about the entire weekend so you can fully understand exactly how I'm feeling right now, but that is one thing I need to keep between him and I. In a way, although I'd love to be a hard hitting Blogger and tell you all the gory details, I think it's good for some things to remain unsaid. For now ;-)

However, I won't talk about Mr Z in the past tense, because this is definitely not the end of it. He appears to feel the same and we're going to continue seeing each other to see where it might lead. If it continues along the same route as it has over the last four days then I'm thinking happy days may be here again. Finally.