So

with no prompting from me, the Irish fella secured a second date with me. Which, I'm not going to lie, put a smile on my face as, a) C can't remember the last time someone asked her out on a second date, b) C thinks the Irish fella is really interesting and pretty hot, c) C is loving that it's like a proper date (cinema!) rather just an invitation for a shag, d) C should really stop referring to herself in the third person..

However, I donno, he's not been hugely communicative since, I donno, am not feeling the vibe off him. So, I've been playing it cool too. I mean for goodness sake, if he isn't interested why ask me out again? And like put me through the current drama of: what am I going to wear?! What am I going to wear?! What shall I do with my hair? Which mirror is telling me the truth- the ones at home and work that says, I'm not a stick insect, but I look fine in the jersey dress or the one at the theatre last week that said I had thighs and arse to make an elephant jealous?!

And calm down. Fuck it, it's not a big deal, relax and have fun. Either, monday night at the cinema with intellectual eye candy with sexy accent or monday night watching boring monday night telly. Exactly.