First date

All day on Sunday he sends texts asking how my day is going and what am I doing and can we meet and stuff and telling me how gorgeous and beautiful I am...it all feels slightly too much and I worry that he was wearing beer goggles and that if he sees me he'll be bitterly dissapointed and I don't want any big build up so it might be better to meet sooner rather than later so I tentatively arrange to meet him on Monday night. We have a telephone chat and talk about music and stuff, apparently he likes Phil Collins!!! Not my favourite but never mind. When he signs off he says he is thinking of me!! It all feels a bit much really.

Sunday I spend meeting Angela and looking at her scrap books and just doing housework and stuff and seeing to this bloody horrible boil which still has stuff inside it. I've bought some cream from the chemist and am washing with antiseptic soap and of course being careful with towells and stuff. I can't text Mr V even if I wanted to cos of this boil.

Monday and more texts come plus a phone conversation and he is keen to meet whereas I am nervous and really not sure but also that I need to try this. He seems a nice bloke so I should go out with someone who is nice rather than the bastards I generally pick. (Mr V can you hear me?)

I am incredibly nervous beforehand knowing that generally I go all stiff and starchy and act like I'm interviewing him so I have a couple of glasses of red wine and set off for the Hare. I get there first which I don't have a problem with and order a couple of drinks and soon he is coming in and giving me a quick kiss on the lips to say hello.

He is short and balding but not horrible. Pale skin and eyes but kind features. He has a good sense of humour and talks interestingly. He tells me about his mum and dads divorce, it seemed that his dad was beating his mum up for years and that after 30 years of marriage she finally took the courage to leave him. She lived in a refuge for a year but now has her own place. All the children have sided with their mum and even changed their surname!

We talked about favourite holiday destinations and when I said mine was Venice he asked when 'we could go there?!!'

We talked quite alot about football and he said he would take me to a game ...

The chatting was easy especially with 2 glasses of wine inside me plus a large one in the pub and soon I was aware that I would be walrusing so to be careful.

Around 10 I said I needed to go home and he offered me a lift to which I declined. Outside he was very confident about taking me in his arms and kissing me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth...it all felt very nice and erotic...trouble is I do like sex and must not get sex muddled with romance.

It was nice being treated with a bit of respect. He didn't try to persuade me to get in the car and have sex with him...the kiss was enough and its lovely being treated like that.

Woke up to texts asking me if I had got home okay and then more texts saying good morning and then more texts saying drive carefully and more texts saying can I phone you? These texts are swamping me and I am so sorry to any bloke I have ever done this to. Its bloody scary in lots of ways.

I mean how can he feel so much emotion for someone he barely knows? He's just text now to say he had told all his friends about me and how lovely and beautiful I am!! In someways its lovely but in another its scary...I keep thinking he doesn't know me so slow down. I also worry that he might be some obessed stalker type of person .

He does say some lovely things though such as that he is grinning like a cheshire cat today...oh wow to think I have inspired such happiness..thats nice.

Strange you know I miss Mr V still. Its him I would like to hear from and I've decided when he does contact me again and I know he will I'm going to tell him I am feeling sad that he is fading away but that I'll always have a special part of my heart for him...I'll also say that the sexual excitement will always be there between us ...but he knows that anyway.

Still couldn't do anything anyway cos this boil. Its gone down but still weeping a bit. I hope the bloody thing goes completely soon...its a bit of a worry.

Right off to the town for bird food.

Just checked and I have 101 messages on my phone and I would say that 90 of them are from Rob!!!