I could think of worse dilemas to be in, but after my second date with the pretty young girl I managed to charm last week, I find myself torn.....

On saturday night, she drove over to my place and we headed out to my local haunts for an evening of food and drink.....the latter being a necessity as I knew I had a few hours of inane chat, spoken in a monotone voice coming my way.  She is genuinely a lovely girl, but there is only so much pension investment talk one man can listen to without sneakily knocking shots back  whilst at the bar to numb the pain. I constantly switch off as she rambles on about what the current economic climate is doing for her industry - my thoughts turn to the more pressing matter of whether Chelsea can keep their unbeaten start to the season going....

Unfortunately for me and all other men, we think with our dicks and nothing else.  If you are a good looking girl, you can pretty much get what you want, as there'll always be a dumb bloke that'll get it for you. The reason he'll do the task in hand, is because he thinks he's one step closer to having sex with you, its as simple as that.  So girls, anytime that guy at work is helping you out with your presentation or consoling you after you split from your boyfriend, he's not being a "nice guy", he's trying hit that pussy. Unless he bats for the other team of course...

So the above explains why I persevere through the evening. I lose 5 or 6 hours of my life to utter boredom, but at the end of it, I have great sex with a pretty girl. Its very hard to turn that down, especially after the barren spell I've just been through. Anyway, by the end of the evening, I was totally blotto, so I couldn't have  told you if she was talking about pension investments or the price of petrol, all I knew is I wanted to get her home and down to business....

Once again the bedroom antics were very enjoyable. If she was half as animated outside the boudoir as she was in it, we'd be talking relationship material. She doesn't need asking twice to get into all sorts of positions and likes to finish up in a style that every man loves.....good girl

As we lay there in the morning with the tv on, she asked if I'd like to go to the tate modern that afternoon.  My defence mechanism quickly kicked in and I told her I was going to the football.  That obviously was a complete lie and I was hoping she didnt for some reason see the results come in later on as my team were infact palying up in Lancashire. I managed to get her out at a reasonable time, do a few chores and then settle in for the x-factor. rock and roll....

I've got another date with a local girl this week and I really need to decide either way if I should see Pretty McBoring again. The problem is, being a bloke, good sex nearly always wins.....