And there I was being so good and so faithful and I have to mess things up. Well not entierly because Mr Flash isn't going to get to hear about it but still I feel terrible. Went out with the girls last night and I will admit - I looked good. low cut black top with short black skirt, red shoes and red accessories. My hair was just blow dryed out and looked naturally glam (I love it when it does that!) and we were all in a really giddy mood.

Have to admit my confidence did sky rocket when I managed to pull 2 mins after stepping inside Prohibition last night. This guy used the old 'I work for a magazine' line. He said he worked for GQ. As if. He gave me his number but I was like why don't you give me your business card - he came up with some excuse about his secretary got jealous when women phoned him. Hmmmmm. Whatever. He was cute though so I gave him a little kiss.

But he isn't the one I'm guilty about. Theres this website called city socialising. I joined up ages ago but have to admit that I've never used it. Umm hello - facebook! Anyway Char had asked some guy from it who was very cute in his picture. Not so cute in real life. His friend was tho and after a few vodkas and a couple of shots of black sambuca later (that stuff is evil) we were chatting and kissing quite alot. Still fairly innocent until you realise that I said goodbye to him around 10.30 this morning when he left my house. Ooops.

He's added me on facebook but I'm going to tell him that last night was a one off. I've come so close to getting Mr Flash. I'm not going to ruin it all because of a one night stand.

Anyway my body is currently still recovering from 3 nights of abuse. Another night has been offered this evening but I'm going to have to turn it down. I've got to be on a train to Newcastle at 8.12am tomorrow. Fuck fuck fuck. can't be asked with it!!!!