Commitment Issues.....

Fresh from a couple of back to back dates, which I will chat about in a sec, I've had a particularly bad week. I, along with hundreds of other investors, have been shafted in a Ponzi style scheme that will become the biggest fraud ever to be seen in the UK. An expensive lesson I've learnt from this is, if its too good to be true....its too good to be true.. Secondly, what the f&ck has happened to summer in England? We were promised a blazing year and so far, apart from two weeks when the tennis was on, its been chucking it down. We seem to be escaping this whole global warming issue quite comfortably....

So, I had another light hearted date with the 23 year old on tuesday evening. We again met locally and chat of 80's luminous clothing coming back into fashion was a welcome distraction from thinking about my woeful business losses. I am a little worried that she got phone calls from her mum and dad during both dates, one being Italian and the other Maltese. With that in mind, I'm scared to death of making too much of a move on her or I could end up sleeping with the fishes sometime soon. Anyway, we'll just have to see how it pans out....

Last night, I met up with the non abusive air stewardess. This was the third time we had seen each other and although I do like her, the signs are that she wants to move it along a little quicker than me. Over drinks, she told me most ex boyfriends had an issue with her job as she is away alot. Then she asked how I feel about it.

Its been said before that I have the gift of the gab, but I'm suprisngly awkward when it comes to anything to do with relationships. My parents split up when I was 16 so I'll try and pass the blame over to them, but in reality, its just I don't like commitment. In 12 years communting into the City, only a handful of times did I buy a monthly travelcard as I even saw this as being tied down. The mere mention of an annual pass sent my head spinning and a colleague would have to shoot off to the water cooler to get me some liquids to settle me down again.

So her question took me by supirse and I just mumbled something about its your job and I hope you enjoy it, which was a completely irrelevant answer, but my mouth was moving as the brain froze. Not content with this bumbling answer, she then asked where she thought we were heading - Lord, I need a colleague here now with a water cooler. I produced a better answer this time around saying we're having fun together and lets not put a label on it just yet. Feeling pretty damn impressed with my quick fire retort, I ordered a celebratory shot. The rest of the evening went as palnned and she left this morning with a flight out to Denver at some point over the weekend.

I feel today though that with her questions, I'm a little less attracted to her. The slightest whiff of desperation turns me off completely. When you first meet someone, just enjoy their company, have good sex and have a laugh. All 3 things will fade pretty quickly so just enjoy it while it lasts.. Maybe I'm being a little harsh as I'm hungover and wound up about this Pozi shit, so hopefully I'll be wanting to see her once she returns from her travels next week.

I'm out with friends on friday night, but have arranged a date on saturday with a Bangladeshi girl. She looks gorgeous, but I have minimal knowledge of their culture which I'm guessing isn't just to get shitfaced like us Brits..... but if you don't buy a ticket.....