Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!

This is just going to be a quick one.

I’ve got a date.

A blind date admittedly but a date nonetheless.

Set up by my good friend Pete.

It’s tomorrow, I feel like I’m sixteen again.

I haven’t dated in about five years haven’t needed too until I asked Liz to move out about a year ago and it’s not been an issue since then (mainly because we’ve still slept together occassionally).

I’ve NEVER been on a blind date.

There’ll be lots of her mates there and I’ll just have Pete to hide behind.

I’m 33 for crying out loud.

Does it normally feel like this?

Oh my god.

I’ll keep you informed. Wish me luck.