If life were a bowl of cherries...

Ok... so every girl reading this will remeber the thrill of adrenoline as the guy you've fancied for months quietly takes you aside. And the way you have to conceal a small smile at the way he thinks no one else has noticed. You will probably also remember the steadily rising rush of excitement as he first apologiese, then says your name, then falters and talks about the weather or the weekend cinema trip with friends... pauses...

Here some of you will also know the intense feeling of dissapoinment and stupidity when all he actually had to say is that his mother invites your family over for Christmas dinner and could you pass the message on.

:P Sorry... there is nothing like breaking the mood!

It would be nice to think that the majority of your experiences have not been along the lines of the above but instead tended more towards the blurted and clumsy request, "Would you like to come out for a drink with me next Friday?" The following blush and hung head as he waits for the ritual torture of laughter/gossip/teasing. And the elation and uncontrollable grin as you give your reply is something that I doubt many people forget.

Anyway to get to the news... I got asked out the other day. I think, despite rather more relationships that I'd care to count or even think of, this is the first time it has happened to me in a very long time. By the other day I mean two weeks ago now... and I have been grinning on and off ever since.

xXx

And for those of you who are confused or worried... I am still going out with Stuart (nearly 10 months now which is just scary), he just finally got around to asking me :P (I still maintain a mutual agreement for friends to meet after a festival is not asking someone out! Particularly as he was so very careful to make it seem completely natural and casual.)