A Job Interview Without Cocktails

This morning I had a job interview. It was my first one since signing with three recruitment agencies and being ignored by two of them.
I was quite excited about the role before I went and having been interviewed by the girl I'd be working with thought I'd actually quite like to be called back for a second interview to meet more people and hear more about it.
I got back into the office having told them I was having a client breakfast meeting (hate lying but needs must) and logged into my email account. The recruitment consultant had emailed me to say they'd offered me the job.

Now given that I met this person for 45 minutes this morning before she'd finished her Starbucks grandé latté I paused to consider whether her gut instinct was due to a lack of caffiene but apparently not. Initially, my usual default setting of PANIC that sets in in times of stress kicked in but once I thought about it I realised I was actually keen on this job. However I know me, having been me for 28 and a half years and I know that I'd need more to go on than that. I've pushed for a follow up meeting after work tonight to meet some more people and have a squizz at the offices. This means I can then go home, write lots of pro/con lists, drink red wine, talk to my housemates about it for three hours, not sleep at all then make a snap decision tomorrow morning.
When I initially floated the idea of the follow up meeting to the consultant she went all used car salesman on me, saying things like 'Well of course if you leave it too long to make a decision, they could see someone else they like' and 'Given how hard we thought it was going to be to make the transition from your current role, I'd think seriously about this'. OK, two points there. Firstly they've spent the last three months looking for someone for this role and until today, still hadn't found anyone so the chances of them finding an abundance of available people that they love in the next 24 hours are slim. Secondly this was my first interview and I got offered the role so potentially it's not going to be that hard if I miss out on this one, is it? Honestly. Those terror tactics used to work but as I've got older I've realised that if something's meant to be, it's meant to be. Slightly hippy but true.

In other news, the graphic designer is still emailing regularly ahead of our 'hot date' on Friday (his words not mine). He's taking me to a bar that describes itself as 'a retro-sexual haven of cosmopolitan kitsch'. Now what the hell does one wear to that?? I'm thinking smart/casual with cleavage. Not stripper cleavage, obviously...just a little Friday night cleavage to keep things interesting.