Boys, Boys, Boys.

Boys have been throwing themselves at me this week. I can't decide if it's because I'm no longer looking or whether I'm emitting pheromones galore.

Friday night I met my friend O and a few of his work colleagues for a quick after work drink in the John Snow. The other half of O's directorial duo, B, also joined us. To say he was flirting would be putting it mildly, I don't think anyone has ever been so vocal or upfront about finding me attractive, bearing in mind I've only met him three times previously!

Saturday was spent avoiding the torrential rain at Field Day which inevitably ended in a few of us leaving early. Hats off to those of you that managed to party on through the rain but I couldn't handle the wet. On my way out I bumped into B again who was even more forward. I told him I was going to the pub and he kissed me and said he'd see me later. He finally came and found us in the Jazz Bar. His persistence made me even more of a tease and he left on his own feeling very hard done by.

His departure was quickly followed by the arrival of R, an ex-boyfriend of mine from University, who also made very quick advances. I had to actually beat him off with a stick, no pun intended.

Anyway in spite of a weekend choc full with male attention the only thing that made my stomach lurch was a text this evening from TBC. It's good to know he's thinking about me.