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Was just talking to Rob my flatmate and his love tale of “woe”. How essentially, he ended up shagging his singer the other night, who is a hardcore engaged Christian.
Apparently they had great sex together and before that, he’d been with his Cheltenham gf.

The thing is, he’s blandly Ok to look at I s’pose, charming enough and yet the closest I get is telephone dating someone to find she’s a single mother of two and yadda yadda yadda. Plus, when I disturbed Rob on Monday night, I’d really wanted to talk to someone about 28 Days Later!

Basically went to a Cardiff singles group meeting.

Which was a meeting from hell, essentially because it was just literally full of the Barbara Windsor-type of women that don’t do much for me.

The worst part, was the men - to a man, generally filthy, incredibly old - and I’ve never felt so out of place in my life. Especially since the rest of the crowd in the pub were the usual young-thin-probably dead-end-jobs type.

Living in Cardiff is making me snootier and snootier…

Update: Emma “called”. Well, she texted to say that she was knackered and stuff, and that she might call later. But then she was playing Playstation dancemat. So why did she text me instead of calling? Hrm…

Got back from my first beach holiday in Crete. It wasn’t as bad as I expected, but it wasn’t a dream come true either.

On the plus side, I met some great new people. It was like being back at University in Freshers Week, except I did it right this time. Relaxing at the beach - or rather relaxing in the shade by the pool - was a great new thing, just relaxing and reading or even chatting to others in the group. The sightseeing trips were (for the most part) fun. So on that front it was a good holiday.

I even got a romantic moonlight snog. Unfortunately, we were both rather drunk, and she promptly had an allergic reaction to something, her face swelled and she disappeared and hid in her room for two days.

There was another woman who kept trying to entice me. Unfortunately, said woman was about as alluring as Barbara Windsor - and looked liked her as well. Hell, that’s what I told her when I first saw her in a drunken splutter, and she still tried seducing me. It turned out that she was mother to two kids, on benefits, and had to take out a personal loan to go on holiday, where presumably she *really* wanted to find a new boyfriend.

Only I could go on a singles holiday with 18 women, 12 men (two of which made me look like a social butterfly and hence were out of the equation) and fail to get anywhere. Although I’m quetly chatting up Emma…