I just agreed to go on a date with a charming man who does a worthwhile job and told me I was lovely, interesting and pretty (how much that shouldn't work and how much it actually does is the topic of a whole other post) and who is going to take me out to Birmingham on Sunday for wine and lunch in Pizza Express. Good things about this - ooh, lots. Bad things about this - said man is 2 inches shorter than me. This really shouldn't be an issue, and indeed he told me this and I still agreed to meet up with him. But isn't it really shallow that it bothers me at all? I guess I'll find out how much of a problem it is when I meet him and discover whether he makes me laugh as much in person as he did over MSN...
Ooh, I do like having something to look forward to on Friday night, Saturday and Sunday. Good weekends are a wonderful thing.
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If only you were meeting him on the friday instead of the sunday - then if you decided he was no good you could just feed him to the lions in the safari park. Bad planning Ms Barbour!
Ah, but if I was meeting him on Friday I wouldn't be able to go to Baby B with all you lovely people! I have my priorities right...friends before randoms every time.
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