So another phone call went into my business partner this morning. As I opened my puffed up eyes at around 11.30am, I knew there was no chance of my leaving my flat today....

I met the air stewardess at 6pm last night at a bar close to mine. As I said, she had driven up from Windsor so not sure what was going to occur.

Soon after we met there was clearly an attraction and the conversation was good. After an hour or so my dilema was to be foward and say if she fancies drinking, she can park the car at mine and stay over, me sleeping on the sofa of course or just play it out and see what happens. I went for the former telling her of a lively 2 for 1 cocktail evening on sundays at a local bar. She took the bait and my smile nearly turned to a childish giggle. She told me she had a flight at 11am the next morning so would have to leave very early. It just kept getting better...

We headed back to mine to drop her car off and as I opened up the gates to the flats I live in, one of the other lads that lives in the block was wandering about in the communal area. A few of us play football together so know one another well enough. As I ushered my date into a parking space, I asked what he was up to. Wrong move. He had just found out his best mate had been sleeping with his girlfriend of 2 years..Talk about awkward. Like I said, we know each other, but not that well. I was smiling like a Premiership footballer about to sign a new contract and he'd just blurted this out. Wish I hadn't asked.

As my date got out of her car, I invited him out with us - I had to really, but luckily he declined. Without sounding too harsh, thank f*ck. I was just about to get an air stewardess liquored up and who is staying at mine, I don't need her spending the night giving him advice. Its every man for himself in this situation....

Anyway, as he headed back up to his flat with an evident tear in his eye, I was also nearly brought to tears.....2 for 1 cocktails all night and a chance of sex with a hot stewardess. All on the sabbeth day. Hallelujah..

We started going through the cocktail menu at a fair pace. The bar was lively as it always is on sundays, playing 80's music to liven the spirits. We shared a little kiss early on and there was a whole lot of flirting evident. I knew it was in the bag, so on my next trip to the bar, I even stopped off for a little boogie to a Wham! number. I was just showboating now....

We ended up going through most of the menu, with a few shots chucked in for good measure and left the bar around 1am, really hammered. Strangely, I'm a good performer in the bedroom when totally wasted. On drugs, I've got more chance of scaling Everest than getting my little fella to work, but while drunk, I'm like Ron Jeremy..

We ended up having sex till sunlight was coming up, then I passed out till I came around at 11.30ish. She had left and I got up still very drunk, so her drive home couldnt have been pleasant. I checked my phone and she had left a message thanking me for a great evening and that she wasn't looking foward to her 10 hour flight to Denver. Ouch. I struggled to make it to my sofa, so a trip across the pond wouldnt have been fun.

I will definately be seeing her again. Got on really well and we had good sex. Not a bad combo. I've done no work today. My business partner should be getting irritated by my no shows, but he's loving the stroies which helps.