A beginning?

So after Harry, what is next?

Well, today I was very naughty and had not one, not two, but three assignations via the gift that is the internet. All last minute, and not planned at all, but as events unfolded I thought – go for it.. Of the three there is one (‘S’) I may see again in a no-strings semi-regular way. We seem a good match, so why not?

I know, I’m terrible…. But if it helps 'S' is a classical musician. And I'm planning to learn to play the oboe...

I need to get it all out of the way now, of course, because, on the boyfriend horizon I have some small hopes of ‘Q’.

One of the many, many dating websites I have joined is Guardian Soulmates. Recommended by a good friend and colleague, I joined but paid it little attention – partly because other avenues were yielding good things, but partly because it is what I think of as (of all the ones I’ve joined) the grown-up website. Serious Dating for Serious Men.

Well, co-incidentally someone on there sent me a message a little while ago wanting to know more about me, and over the last few days we have sent messages back and forth, first using the site and then by text.

Now it is time for ‘Q’ and I to meet. Actually it’s Dr ‘Q’ PhD. Cor. He’s written books and everything.

Of course it goes without saying he writes his messages incredibly well; it takes me about an hour to craft a reply to anything he sends. But he seems keen; he’s sent about twice as many messages to me as I have to him (it takes me so long to reply, another one from him arrives in the meantime!). And, finally, we’ve agreed to meet in London this very Sunday afternoon. I just have to find a suitably highbrow Bloomsbury coffee shop that will impress him. Any ideas, gentle reader?

So now I’m in girlish first-date panic mode; get haircut; wash all known clothes; slap on moisturiser; re-wire the kitchen; learn ancient Greek…

In the meantime I’ve decided that I am going to have my Eurovision party after all, hurrah, so I’ve got a lot to do between now and then. Annoyingly, my next case of wine from my wine club (oo-er, now who’s grown up?) is not due till 1 June. I shall have to see if they can expedite delivery…