Craig, Daniel Craig

I have not seen a James Bond movie in yonks, but I plan to go see "Casino Royale". The reason? Daniel Craig. He is not classically handsome, but got loads and loads of sex appeal. Aren't those cossies sexy?

My George Costanza moment

You know that "Seinfeld" episode, where George was first dating the girl who was to become his fiancee? They went out, and had a good time. She did not call him the next day though, and George started getting frustrated and upset. Why didn't she call? How dare she? As the day went, he left angrier and angrier messages on her answering machine. It turned out that she had just been out of town. George then had to find a way to delete the angry answering machine messages, before she heard them.

I have been dating this guy for a month now. We get together once a week. This suits me fine as I have been single for so long that I am not sure I can handle more than this. One Sunday, he text me in the morning to ask if we could get together that afternoon. I replied no, because I have just been to a dance party the night before and did not get home till 6 a.m. I am not a pretty sight, when I am recovering. He replied back with a bit of chit-chat, but ended his text with "I won't bother you." I replied with "U never bother me. Catch up next weekend?" I did not receive a reply back. The warning bells started to ring.

The following Thursday, I sent him a missing you text at 9:30 a.m. No reply. At 5:30 p.m., I sent him another text asking if he would like to catch up during the weekend. No reply. Now, I was really upset. I was sure he was ignoring my messages. What have I done? At 9 p.m., I tried calling him. No answer. I was convinced it was over. How dare he treat me this way? I was going through my mind the farewell text message I was going to send. Should it be civl and cool or angry? I decided to send it the next day though, when I was less emotional.

He text back at 11 p.m. saying he would like to catch up. He missed my call, because he was in a lecture till 9 p.m.

Dating in the 21st century is transforming me into a raving, paranoid lunatic. I thought I am over all this. I feel so sorry for the kids of today who have to deal with dating via text messaging.

When we met up, we had a brief talk about the events. It turned out the he was upset on Sunday, when I refused to meet up. He apparently went through an emotional rollercoaster ride himself that day. See, I was not completely paranoid. I vowed though never to send a text message asking a question again as I cannot handle a no response. I highly doubt that this is possible though.

My best first date

God, I do not remember the last time I went on a date. It has been that long. So, it came as quite a big surprise to be asked recently.

I met this guy at the most romantic of places, a gay dance party. Let us call him M. We had a fun time dancing and flirting on the dance floor. I told him I was single, and he revealed that he was in a relationship. No problem there, as I have seen guys in relationships in the past. I have been around long enough not to aspire to be a home wrecker. All I want is to have a bit of sex and send them back to their husbands. This was different though because we met his partner outside the dance venue. He was actually very nice. They even offered me a ride home. I gave M a sweet peck outside my apartment and sent them both home.

M texted me that day, and a week after asking to meet up. My first instinct was to decline, because I did not want the complication. But he wrote me such sweet text messages that I could not refuse. We met at a cocktail bar at 7:30 pm on Wednesday in October, and did not leave till past midnight. It was the best first date I have ever had. He was handsome, sweet, funny, interesting, and we had loads of alcohol.

He told me that he and his boyfriend were in the process of breaking up. I did not really pry because I did not know what I wanted to come out of this. All I wanted was one assurance, that no half-crazed, jealous-mad queen was going to accost me in the middle of the street, and create a scene. He promised me that would not happen. We have seen each other several times since.

He is wonderful.