Music: Big Calm - Morcheeba
That's T minus 12 hours until my first date with Craig.
Craig has the house to himself this weekend.
(Well, if you don't count his younger brother).
I know I’ve got my friend Nicola’s spare bed reserved for the night, but I’m kind of hoping that we end up back at his place...
I never thought I’d hear myself saying that, but I’m determined not to get freaked out by the whole sex thing this time around, and I'm seeing Craig as just a bit of fun. My "back in the saddle" guy, if you know what I mean.
The last time I was single after splitting up with my long term boyfriend, aka The Evil Cockbag, I was pretty much petrified of the thought of any other bloke seeing me naked. I suppose that's what happens when you've been with someone for nearly four years. Well, that's what happened with me anyway.
I know it’s officially our first date, but I'm not ruling anything out. If it happens, it happens and I won't make myself feel bad about it.
Sex and the City's Samantha Jones eat your heart out. Or something like that...
AAAAAGGGGGHHH! Sod that. I am freaking OUT!
(Note to self: Must remember to buy some condoms. You know, just in case. Oh, and shave my legs).