A More Flattering Light

S was an hour late. Not the most auspicious of beginnings for a first date but to be fair he did text me and let me know so I wasn't hanging around needlessly.

I had raced home from work at rush hour which I usually miss. With my face in a stupidly tall bloke's armpit and his arse pressing against my stomach in the sweltering heat of the tube carriage I silently hoped S was going to be worth the effort. At home I attacked the disgusting pimple on my chin with determination. I managed to sort it out (can't bring myself to expand on this) but it ended up being dark red so I spent a good twenty minutes trying to conceal it before concluding wearily that if that's the only flaw I have to worry about (barring my horrible thighs and squashy stomach) then I could handle it. I'd just take him somewhere with flattering lighting. I changed into the strapless top and heels and immediately felt sexier.

I met him at the tube and apart from the slight height deficit on his part due to my heels, he was very cute. I took him to a bar with virtually no natural light but with lots of tea lights all over the place to aid the spot-concealment.

We had a great date. Lots of laughing and talking absolute rubbish for ages. Disappointingly he did try to come home with me at the end of the date. I say disappointingly because I liked him so much I didn't want to ruin things by sleeping with him. Unfortunately at that point I was a little drunk so I had to really work hard to resist but resist I did. We kissed a lot - in the bar and again at the tube and he hinted he'd like to see me again but they always say that. He did text me on the way home to thank me for a good time which they don't often do. I'd like to see him again but I'll leave it up to him to contact me I think. If he doesn't I'll know he was only out for sex and I can be proud that I didn't give in.

Tonight is a big media party in town which I'm very excited about. Not least of all because I'm going with A from work who is such fun. We've decided our mission (after filling up on Wagamama's) is to flirt like nymphos on death row. With any luck the place will be lousy with laid back media totty hopefully in suits. I love the smell of Paco Rabanne in the morning...