6. Me, Speed Dating? No Thanks! Free Drinks You Say? Why Not!

It's about a month since I slept with The Footballer and in a bid to get over him I have made the executive decision to see other guys. The Footballer and I are still full-on texting and stuff but due to his work and our long-distance I don't get the time to see him and it's driving me crazy.

My friends from college and I decided to go out in London one Saturday night - my friend, Trevor from Australia was having a party but we were headed out to some bars in Leiscester Square first.

We were just walking past The Penthouse when some crazy guy runs out and asks us to come in and join in as they didn't have enough girls. I have now been 'dating' that crazy guy for several months. (We'll call him The Kuwaiti) We weren't really up for speed dating but free entry into Penthouse and the promise of free drinks? Too much for us vodka-lovin' gals to resist!

It was the funniest/freakiest night of my life - half the men didn't speak English and the other half were total weirdos. The man that brought us in however was relatively hot - enough to turn my head anyway.

The dating was over and we ended up bonding over plastic surgery - he loved my boobs and confided in me that he had had 4 nose jobs (I later found out the looks-obsessed freak had also had £10k worth of work to his teeth, thread viens removed from his leg and his botched circumcision tidied up - ouch.) Really I ought to have known better and should have seen it coming then. But I didn't. He was funny and charming and it turned out his family were quite big in Kuwait - he had an amazing apartment in Mayfair and many business deals going on to do with oil - now pound signs weren't exactly flashing in my eyes - but I was a hell of a lot more interested!

He got me talking to a guy who sponsors Formula 1 or something - now imagine the Scottish character in Little Britain - now times that by ten, add some crazy teeth and a shock of ginger hair and you've got Formula 1 Guy. The Kuwaiti let on that he was probably one of the most eligible men in London and came speed dating because he lacked confidence with girls - when I saw all the girls laugh off his chat-up lines and eagerly wait for their 3 minute 'date' with him to be over I was overcome with amusement that these girls could be so shallow (if only they knew who this little ginger man was!)- why just judge someone on their looks? I think it's alot worse to judge someone by their looks than if they've got money.

Let Me Justify Myself

Take me for example - I don't really rate looks alot - you lose them as you get older and it's just not fair on those who are cosmetically challenged. Now money - that I'm attracted to - well not so much the money - more their success. If a man's successful and has a great career then that does it for me, that says alot about them - it's part of who they are. I don't want a man who doesn't have his own cash - that's not sexy - and I don't think I'm wrong for thinking it. Lots of girls do - they just don't say it.

Anywho - we went on to the party that night and left the speed daters behind but my relationship with The Kuwaiti was to grow and grow. A convenient distraction from The Footballer? Or a real possibility of love for me - Essex Girl?