Friday night saw me sitting on a high bar stool in red knee high boots sipping a “My Man Godfrey” cocktail as the month of sobriety FINALLY came to an end. Thank the Lord for that. I did it and I am very pleased with myself but nothing beats an ice cold martini in my book.
So the drinking begins and with it an end to the nonsense that is internet dating. I gave it a month’s trial and I am more or less back where I started so I say, “Stick it Jerry” and will try and meet someone new by natural means. Ha ha. Oh, there is still one guy to meet – on Wednesday, so for my £15 I got four encounters. That’s not bad value for money I suppose. I might give it another go sometime but for now I shall use old fashioned means to snare a mate. If I can remember what they are…
