Only 48 hours to go!

Seriously, that's how long I've got left on the site. My god they try anything to keep you hooked... daily emails letting me know what I'm going to be missing, selections of profiles *way* more attractive than normal. Date pushers, that's what they are!

Now, last time I updated this I'd chosen Option 4 (The Triathlete) for my weekend fun, and hinted at a brand new Potential I'd started a bit of 'Mutual Contact' with. Prompted by comments on my last post (Icouldhavebeenacontender.... who *are* you?), I feel obliged to update you all.

First, the weekend. Now, he may have a body you so want to wake up to every morning, but you know, I *just* couldn't muster up enough enthusiasm for a weekend with The Triathlete. Why... well, it would have got in the way of my golf plans!

I know... Gorgeous, attentive Guy, or frustrating game. In my usual style I went for golf instead! I would've squeezed him in around games, but it seemed a little unfair to drag him all the way down here . He does want to come down this Friday though... so I haven't *quite* closed the door on him just yet!

Now, the new Potential. This guy is fantastic. Every single one of his emails has me reaching for both a dictionary and the encyclopaedia. It was one of the few times I've actually instigated the first contact, but his profile was so interesting I couldn't resist.

Topics of conversation in the first few days: jam, pigeons, industrial porn(?), composers, knicker styles, embarrassing itches, TLA scrabble, Islam, water bombs, chips, Fothering's reductive (yep... needed Wikipedia for that one!), txt spk. All seemed to be injected with a hint of humour.

It's been email flirting at it's best (but a *little* bit taxing for my mind). We had kind of arranged to bump into each other tonight (at a gig)... that was until I realised (or rather, was told) that I'd got the day mixed up, and I'm actually going to the gig TOMORROW.

No problem... he's going to be there too, which gives me 24 extra hours to get ready!

'Face to Face' 41 then. And there was me, all prepared to give up at No.37.

JP pointed out to me if I get to 42 then I've found the meaning of life. It's technically still possible, because I've also had an email of The Twin, who wants to take me out to dinner!!

I'm going to have to tell you later in the week about a golf match I've arranged for the weekend, with a guy from a golf society I've joined (hey... I'm leaving the dating site, so needed to do something). My Old Friend pointed out last night this game was starting to look suspiciously like a date. I've booked a mid afternoon tee off, which should get us in just in time for drinks/dinner. And our last couple of emails *have* gone off the topic of golf... ever so slightly!!

What can I say :)