the more I think about

the more I think about last Thursday’s date with Sarah, the more I think that it went astonishly well. In fact, I think it may have been the best date I have ever been on. In fact, I am beginning to think that the only reason I didn’t feel really happy about it straight away was because I had decided before I got there that I wouldn’t feel happy about it. Damn.
Which merely goes to prove that the more you feel that something isn’t going to be that great, the better it will be. And, it seems, the reverse is also true (big hugs to Meg).
Staying with the subject of dates, one or two of my regular readers know that I had a date scheduled for last night. Well, it didn’t happen, as the lady concerned (lady? how do I know if she’s a lady if I haven’t met her?) was delayed travelling home from her parents, so we have rescheduled for next Sunday. However, she did call me, and has quite possibly the sexiest voice of any woman I have ever spoken to! Further bulletins as events warrant.