Whoops

So I'm doing a fantastic job with this blog thing aren't I? At the very start and I'm already forgetting I have one. Actually, I didn't forget so much as I just didn't quite get round to doing something about it. Much in the same way I always intend to update my travel blog, post some photos on facebook, back up my hard drive... but never quite manage.

Did I mention I work with computers?

So half the month has passed and it hasn't been too boring.

For a start, I had my birthday. I'm now 28. You know when you're a kid you have an age that sticks in your head as your 'grown up' age. Everyone that age or older is definitely a grown up. I just hit mine, which slightly scares me. Not because I need to settle in my life, buy a property or focus on my career. Own property, have decent career prospects - will travel. It's just I've reached that scary point in my life where I feel a helluva lot younger than I actually am. Also, every random guy I strike up a conversation with in any pub or club is 23. It's the oddest phenomena. To the point where I was out in a club a few weeks ago (ever so slightly pissy) and met one 23 year old (half Egyptian half Italian, and had've he been 6 foot something, could've been a D&G model) and later when another boy sat next to me I was challenging my darling-friend-and-flatmate to dare me to just turn to him and state 'You're 23, aren't you?'. She didn't so I didn't but could've and should've - a little conversation ensued and true to form, the boy was 23.

Am I too young to start lying about my age?

There have been one or two 22 year olds thrown into the mix of late. Not that I should be complaining - were it the other way around and 43 year olds kept approaching me then I'd be entirely grossed out and seriously contemplating botox. I've always said that I want a toyboy that can cook. I figure that there are so many older men rocking around with much younger women on their arm that it is personally up to me to redress the balance. It's good in theory but not in practice. At best I've had a boyfriend that was a year and a bit younger than me.

My favourite trick is pretending to be insulted when a young bloke guesses my age at 23, and when I tell him to guess again and moves it up to 24. Cue best wide-eyed shocked look and indignant voice 'You think I'm OLDER!'

I love a dark club!