For once interfering sister gets something right.
I was ready to be very, very angry when a surprise “girls night” at a gallery opening turned out to be a set up with some guy called Oliver. (I mean who wants to go out with someone who has the same name as Richard Hammonds pet car?) Turned out I couldn’t be that angry since the guy was, well how to put this delicately…. Lickable. (I should stress that am not into licking people. It’s wet and icky. Although he does inspire naughty thoughts.)
I was, however, a bit put out when the next day she invited him out to lunch with us, without telling me. I have to say am not all that keen on conducting a first date under the watchful eye of big sister. (Now know how Pandas must feel, people staring and taking notes while they’re trying to get romantic.)
Still, have to give her some credit for her choice in men. I gave him my number and am already nervous to see if he calls me (it’s only been one day you tool!!)
The whole of today went by in a happy ‘he said the funniest thing’ fog; I think I even hummed a happy little tune at one point. (Lee & Oliver sitting in a tree…)
I might even write his name in the margins of my notebook, and go over it in glitter pen. (sigh)