It's been a while since I have written a blog. This is really because I have been very busy over the last week to even think about getting on the computer. Well, actually, that's a lie. I have been on the computer. I am afraid to admit that I have been sucked into the addiction that is YouTube, watching old re-runs of Harry Hill, Peter Kay and Jack Dee. I even found some Hollyoaks on there! :D It really is a fab website, full of videos. But, apart from that I havent really had the time to write a blog. But, I feel that after everything that has been kicking off recently, I should update you on the events!

First of all, my last blog talked about what I did last week with my friends, and how I ended up with Will (a good friend of mine) talking about this stranger who gave me his number. Will gave me some great advice that I decided to follow up, and the outcome of such a plan was highly unexpected and, quite frankly, a little crazy...here's what happened.

Last Friday morning I got out of bed, got ready for work, and headed off into the concrete jungle that stood before me. I arrived at work at 8:45am, sat down in front of my computer, and began answering calls. I took my lunch break on my own, read Heat and headed back to my desk after the hour had passed. I made small talk with Trevor, the weirdo IT guy, and then headed home, eventually arriving safely at 5:45pm. The day was mundane. I have nothing else to say about it. However, the evening...not so much.

I sunk into my sofa and watched some TV, spacing out to the pointless pictures that danced around the screen.

I jumped out of my skin right then and there, because my intercom went off. Someone was outside, wanting to come in. My heart started to race, and I began to panic. What if it were Nick outside? Maybe he did actually get my home address? I cautiously moved toward the intercom receiver by the front door. Before I had chance to decide whether I wanted to answer it, it buzzed again, making me jump...again! I did answer it, with a feeble sounding "who is it?" only to be met with the familiar sound of Will and Zoe's voices. Relief.

I buzzed them up, and within a couple of minutes, they were bounding through my front door with wine bottles and coats. Turns out that they were insanely bored at home - Will was getting fed up with watching the same re-runs of Star Trek, and Zoe's husband had gone out to the pub...again. So, before I knew it, we were sitting around my living room, knocking back Chardonnay and laughing about Will's ex girlfriend, Anita. Sometimes, when we get going, we can be real bitches (Will included!)

11pm rolled around and I started to get tired. It was Friday night, so I didn't to go to work, but still, I was longing for my bed. The alcohol in my body started to make a fool out of me and, before I knew it, I began telling my friends about Nick. Will, of course, was already clued up, but the girls weren't. So, I just blurted it out - the whole story, and before too long, the girls were encouraging me to send him a message. He had, after all, left me his email address.

So we piled around my computer screen, giggling like school kids and I we wrote him an email. I say we because we were all chipping in segments of words.

In the end, it transpired that, somehow, I had asked him out on a date tomorrow night. God knows how that happened. And about 2 minutes after I had pressed send, a reply gave shooting back.

Hey Annie. Tomorrow night sounds great. Shall we say, 8pm at the Queens Head?"

The Queens head? Funny that he should choose a pub that is LITERALLY 5 minutes away from my flat...everything just kept getting crazier, but my friends kept pushing me to play along. So I did. I accepted, and the date was confirmed.

And that was that...Saturday night I was to meet Nick at the pub to see just what kind of a man he really was.