Fresh from a great holiday with some friends over in Europe, I leapt straight into my first date of September last night. Before I talk  about it, I just want to share details of an article that I read in a national newspaper whilst on the plane out to our  destination.
 
The story was about why English men are bad lovers and although I am not patriotic in the slightest , infact I'm saddened these days by the state of this country, one piece of the article riled me. A survey had been taken by men in a few European countries as to why they thought their English counterparts had been labelled as the continents worst in bed. Whilst most of the points were  valid, the French men had commented that English men drink too much and are badly dressed......

Back up there Phillipe et Pierre. Badly dressed?  Having worked in a French bank for almost 5 years, I can assure you that Paris cannot be the fashion capital of Europe. Unless boating shoes, ill fitting chinos and  ridiculous neck ties have been the "in" thing for the last half a decade, season after season, then you are sadly misguided. On dress down friday, I haven't seen so many badly dressed men in one place since I went to an Austin Powers themed fancy dress party over 10 years ago. As for us drinking too much, fair point.....

So last night I met up with a 26 year old teacher, who randomly teaches at my old school. Weird, but slightly turned me on to be honest. She wasn't drinking as she drives to work and never goes in with a hangover which is admirable stuff, so I thought I'd join her and ordered us two glasses of pop. Rock and roll. She was an extremely chatty girl and conversation came easily. She's from chinese origin and speaks with a real London accent which initially amused me, but then I realised that her loud,excitable voice was for real and wasn't just a nervous 5 minutes to begin with....

A pet hate of mine is when people listen in on your conversation whilst sitting in a bar or restaurant, but to be fair, you could have been in any establishment around the Clapham area last night and you would have heard what she had to say.  After about an hour of a constant barrage of noise, I asked her if anyone had commented on her voice before. She replied "Yeah, friends take the piss that I'm really loud and talk alot". They're not taking the piss sweetheart. Its a subtle way of telling you to tone it down.  Anyway, after two glasses of pop each, I walked her back to her car and we said our farewells. It was a short date and I'm pretty sure the hearing in my left ear hasnt quite come back, but I think we'll probably see each other again. 

Tomorrow I have arranged a date up town with a Romanian girl. I'm not going to lie, its purely on the basis that in her profile pictures she seems to have a cracking pair of funbags and a cute little tush. I'm hoping that she has a bit more about her than just those assets, but if not, they're a great distraction....

Remember girls....."A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one"......I'm just doing my job.