I figured you had to sort of be their ideal.
I don’t mean a handsome knight riding a white horse,
but a fella who answered the description of a right guy.”
Fortified by the last of Constance’s Spanish Chicken I went to a singles night last night to search for a “right guy”. I had to steel myself to do it, as the friend who was supposed to come with me chickened out (boom boom), but I remembered the new warning motto, “resistance is the ego sensing danger” and got myself psyched up for it.
It was really good fun. Surprisingly so, and it was a real fillip to see that there were fanciable men out there (as one of the ladies put it) “apparently” single. Not sure that anything will come of any of the encounters but at least it has reminded me that they are out there, somewhere…
I’ve got the whole day to myself and am RELISHING it. Have just made myself a batch of Gary’s Griddle Cakes and they were delicious. These are such a treat and it seems quite extravagant to make them just for one, but I’m on a testing frenzy at the moment.
