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Monday, 16 April 2007

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The aftermath

During a particularly severe boy drought a couple of years ago – not unlike the one I’m experiencing at the moment – I went through a crazy internet dating phase

It was fun while it lasted: hot dates a –go-go with a different boy every week. The toughest part was remembering which was which! I knew it would come back and bite me on the arse one day, but luckily it hadn’t. That was until one of my Guardian Soulmates rocked up to Karen’s East End Boys And West End Girls party uninvited!

Our Chief Sub, Stuart, proclaimed it was fate that we should be reunited, and made me talk to him, but his blonde lady friend clearly didn’t see it that way, and to make things worse, I'd completely forgotten his name!

Fortunately I was surrounded by around 20 of my closest friend from Now magazine to shield me from the shame of it all, so I had back-up, and he made a sharp exit shortly afterwards.

N-E-V-E-R again!