I'm definately not alone on this, but I have gone through much of my life dishing out promises that I know I will not honour. Its almost become second nature to agree to everything that is put my way and then to bury my head in the sand until the very last minute, when I generally come up with some feeble excuse to wangle my way out of the situation or just ignore it all together, hoping that the awkward conversation will never materialize.

I once met a girl on a night out after work in the City and asked her back to mine. She told me that although it might be on the cards, her stumbling block was that she lived over in Essex and as I was in SW London, it would be a hellish journey back in the morning - about 1.5 hours, which would be horrendous hungover. I then proceeded to tell her, knowing full well that I didn't have a car, I would drive her back in the morning. With this on offer, she ended up coming back with me.

As we lay there after waking up, she quite appropriately asked what time I could drive her back to Essex. I should have come clean then, but still didn't have the balls to let her in on my little secret, so told her to have a shower and breakfast and then I would. She headed downstairs to get some food while I jumped in the shower and I could hear her get into conversation with the two friends I was living with at the time. After she declared to them both of her Essex origins, one of my friends made her aware of the lengthy journey home.

"Its ok, he's gonna drive me" she exclaimed.
"In what, the batmobile? He's never owned a car"

hhhmmm. My first thought was just to stay locked in the bathroom until she eventually left, but I foresaw a mexican standoff and Soccer AM had already started, so didn't want to be in there too long. I ended up walking her to Clapham Junction, paying for her travelcard like the gentleman that I am and then watched her anrgrily storm off into the distance without so much as a kiss. Moody cow...

Yesterday evening, Miss Pretty McBoring came over to my flat for some food and a film. It was the first time we hadn't been out drinking, so I had taken advantage of the 3 for 2 offer at WineRack just incase that monotone voice became too much. In all fairness, we had a pleasant night, but it really is just the sex keeping her hanging on in there. I ended up sticking two films on back to back just so I didnt have to endure talk of pensions, then we headed for the boudoir where she seems to come alive.

She asked me this morning as she left if I wanted to go to the Tate Modern (for the second time in just over a week) with her on saturday, to which of course I replied yes. 100% I'm not going, but I won't let her know that till the last minute. Its habit, not a great one...but don't frown upon me, as I know there's loads of you out there with a similar trait.

I have a re arranged date tomorrow, with a local girl who I was supposed to meet last week. We've had a chat and she seems like good fun, so I have hope hopes....no doubt these will be dashed somewhere along the way, sooner rather than later.