Three dates and a dress.

Well as always a party organised by the Hostess never goes exactly as planned. I turned up rather late, so things were in full swing by the time I appeared.

Not-quite-an-old-flame was there, with her new boyfriend who was very Greek looking. Which makes sense considering that she is Greek. Anyway she was jolly friendly and we are going to go out on Friday. I am not entirely sure how that happened, or exactly how. As when I was travelling to the party I was thinking to my self how it was probably a good thing that we never went out.

As the them of the party was H, two people had turned up looking like the Hostess in lovely summer frocks. At one key point on the dance floor all the men were in skirts (and kilts) or dresses. Thankfully the Hostess, seeing that I didn't quite look the part anymore rushed up stairs and found me a suitable frock.

I spend the rest of the evening in drag and discovered don't have the legs for a summer dress which I can't decided is a good or a bad thing.

The Virgin emailed me today, and suggested Thursday for a date. The half Japanese hairdresser has asked for Wednesday. The latter half of this week is going to be busy, and what will I wear?