You had me at the 14th hour

It all started with the 14 hour date, his name I won't divulge quite yet but lets call him Mr Bad Boy.I had my first date with Mr Bad Boy last Tuesday.

He bossed me into meeting up with him because he had too. I was so sure that he was sooooo not my type.

I met up with him at 6.30pm with the intention of seeing him for 2 hours tops and getting home in time for Vampire Diaries on ITV2 at 9pm. But that was not how it happened.

We met up on Upper Street in Angel and headed into the nearest pub. Once we had our chosen tipple in front of us the talking begun. It has been such a long time since I felt so comfortable with a man and with Mr Bad Boy I felt at ease. We talked about everything including our love for NY. He is a New Yorker born and bred and NY is my adoptive City and it was with this bond with the city that never sleeps that had us laughing and reminiscing.

So before long, with the Vampire Diaries long forgotten, he offered to buy me dinner. Looking at my watch I realised it was nearing 11pm. Leaving the pub he asked me to come back to his for food and a dvd. Usually I would hesistate but I felt super comfortable, and the next thing I know we where at his place eating yummy food and polishing off a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

By the time we had settled in front of the tv to watch a dvd- that he allowed me to pick- we where cuddling, sharing stolen kisses and talking, then i fell asleep- mouth opened and snoring according to him!

I woke up having slept in my very uncomfortable but sexy skinny jeans and my strangling black polo neck top. It was 7am and I was in shock and wondering 'where the hell am I?- which I said out loud'. His response- 'come back to bed baby!' . So I laid back down and he cuddled into me and went back to sleep. I lay there for 30mins with my mind rushing and nearing a panic attack. Suddenly jumping out of bed, I shouted my goodbyes as I grabbed my coat and shoes and ran out of the apartment.

I got home an hour later at 8.30am, having done the walk of shame among the 9 to5 people going to work. I could not believe I finally met a guy who could make loose my sensibilities. So if you are wondering what happened next, well the weekend just gone, Sunday to be exact he came round to mine for dinner. Whilst eating the roast that I cooked for him martha-stewart-style his response was 'mmmmm this is really good, so good that I want to marry you right now and make you my wife'. With this comment I wondered whether Mr Bad Boy will mark the end of my single girl woes? Well who knows, continue to watch this space.

LSGS

Single Girl seeking God Fearing man?

During a deep conversation with my father, we talked about why I am still yet to find a suitable man to marry.

He seems to not to understand that dating in the 21st century is not the same as when he grew up. Things have changed, and not for the better. My dear father grew up with my mother who was friends with his younger sister. He knew my darling mother since they where very young so I guess that they where destined to be together, marry, and have 4 adorable children!!!

Anywho, after explaining to my father, in different ways might I add, that the only men who seem available to me are the type to frequent the Jeremy Kyle Show (UK version of Maury) I heard him sigh. It was this sigh that led to me becoming suddenly tearful over the phone as the parental pressure and slight guilt for not being married and providing my parents with grandchildren threatened to overcome me. Thats when my father decides to tells me that I should go to Church. I am silent. That I should look for a God fearing man. What? I am still silent. He continues, he will respect you, not drink, not smoke and he will know how to treat you.

Noticing my silence, my father asks what i think. I am speechless. I have never wanted to date a religious man, although i am a catholic and believe in God. They just seem, well boring. So I tell my dad that there is one problem with that, I do not go to church, to which he tells that there is a church in London that he knows boasts many single eligible men. I then pretend to have a pen in hand so my father thinks that I am taking down the churches name.

Putting the phone down I feel emotionally drained as I decide that I would rather be single then get myself a God fearing man, the thought alone puts the fear of God in me.

-LSGS

OMG my singles island for 30 somethings is shrinking!!!

I am happy to announce that a good friend of mine is pregnant and is to have a baby boy at the beginning of the summer.

Having recently found out, to say I was shocked is an understatement. I poked her belly a few times before actually believing that my sweet friend was to be a mother. I was happy and sad at the same time. Why sad you might ask, well first let me add that it wasn't because I want a rugrat of my own oh know, I had other valid reasons to my slight sadness to the joyful news.

I have always taken comfort in the fact that although I have turned 30, my dear friends who also shared my age where as single and fancy free as myself. As selfish as this is going to sound, I felt less pressure. I looked at this way, if they can be single and fabulous exclamation mark (yes i stole that line from SATC) then I should also rejoice at also being 30 and single.

Now it seems that my my comfort was short lived as all my 30 someting buddies are leaving the single and fabulous island quicker than a drunk model downs a bottle of Moet at a fashion party. It has left me wondering whether my father is right when he states in a I-speak-the-truth-voice that no man wants a 30 year old when they can get a 22 year old!!! Harsh words from a father who seems to have a few more wrinkles as a result of worrying over why his daughter remains unmarried!!!

Last words- Mazel tov my good friend, you are going to be a wonderful mother as much as I will enjoy spoiling your baby with some cute Ralph Lauren garms.

LSGS