Well, this is silly.

It is impossible to do a proper blog.
And stupid.

Far too much happens far too quickly.

When the Director and I had our first date we went for lemonade on the Southbank, then when we were at Waterloo waiting for my train (which I intentionally missed 3 of) we sat in Costa, and were horrified to see a sack of Krispy Kreme doughnuts that were getting thrown away. To us, with their open mouths they were in despair, and with an accompanying whimper, the doughnut face was invented.

When I was out for lunch with the journalist on Tuesday (who I'd met up with twice since my first blog), I was very aware of what a man I completely adore said to me of my situation- 'go for the one that makes you laugh.' Journalist was gorgeous. Dark hair, dark skin, blue eyes. The physical attraction was great, and to top it off he was intelligent and well spoken. But he wasn't the Director. Here I am, in an expensive restaurant with a totally handsome man, and as I look out from our table at the 180 degree view of the Thames, all I can see is the director, doing an impression of an abandoned doughnut.

I tried to shake it off though, quite difficult as you try and forget the sizeable ego of the journalist, and lack of humour. I was acutely aware of my ego mirroring his, and whilst I enjoyed being a flirtatious temptress, that's not what I was looking to be. We went back to his for a film, but the journalist couldn't keep his hands off me. I left before we watched it, only with the Director in mind.

Let me say about the man, we went for a date last week in Epsom and I have never laughed so hard over a meal- there were times when I genuinely thought I might have an accident in a public place as an adult. I hadn't even been drinking. He spent a fair amount in the restaurant semi-nude, took the piss out of me beyond belief (not one to hold back, he'd told me I had a wonky nose on our first date), and after our meal we went to On the Run where we bought a hot chocolate that we took to the lookout at Epsom Downs. We sat and talked...for 3 hours.

SO I had a few cigarettes and called him, he picked me up and we sat in the car. We're both tired of dating and I don't want anyone but him. Being as thick as I am I didn't get what he was saying, but his idea was that we'd be exclusive, that I would be his girlfriend. I was a bit shell shocked to be frank, I just didn't get it. I made him spell it out to me, and when I finally clicked I agreed. It sort of amazed me that someone who is so awesome wanted me all to themselves.

That probably explained why I jogged to the station despite being well on time, and I've sung even more than usual today.

I don't think I'll be blogging much about him. Feels a bit of an invasion.

In other news I got a photo of me today with twins. It was the kids that played Ross Gellar's kid Ben in Friends, and the kid in Big Daddy. They're quite tall now and as they have their own show on Nickelodeon my brother is in complete awe.

I also have the lurgy and will be going to bed now

Night x