31. Ten Years Younger

2007 had started, and I was determined not to lose the magic I felt for 2006. So by the time the first Wednesday had rolled around I found myself packing my dancing shoes and fake tan and heading for for the London party scene once more.

The night was Wednesday, the club was Chinawhite, the dress was an impossibly short 60's style number that was designed to be worn as a top. Hey ho - they shouldn't make tops so conservative! Luckily Carlton had one of his friends there from some country like Sudan or something who loves nothing more than splashing out on a couple of bottles of Champagne, and Grey Goose of course!

As I proceeded to get terribly drunk with my little sidekick, Saskia I noticed a celebrity hairdresser/tv personality/whatever you call it sitting at the next table to us with none other than the original lothario himself - Calum Best. Now I must be the only girl in the WORLD that doesn't find Calum Best attractive - however I was still excited as he once went out with my all-time favourite woman - Rebecca Loos! Celeb Hairdresser with him used to live in the next town to me in Essex so he is also somewhat of a local hero. It didn't take him long until he sidled over and started talking to me. We chatted for about twenty minutes about hair, Essex and how I had actually met him once before when I was at college before we were rather abruptly interrupted by Donny Tourette from Towers Of London. Now there's a man with some hair going on! I stood, drink in hand while they chatted for approximately 10 seconds before I decided I wasn't going to be That girl. That girl people expect me to be when they see me. Standing there hanging on to their every word. So I walked off! Went to the toilets (even though I didn't need to go) and decided to make him realise you don't put baby in the corner! Or rather, you don't turn your back on an Essex girl.

Later on that evening Celeb Hairdresser noticed I was back at my table and came over AGAIN. Eager Beaver? I think so. We talked a little more and exchanged numbers. I was thanking God for having that one boring afternoon at work where I decided to memorise my number for such occasions. He promised to call me the very next day and that we would go out, and with that he was off. I couldn't believe it! He is a hot guy and him and Calum had a tonne of girls around their table - ALL THE TIME, but just like with The Footballer - they just can't help wanting a little bit of the Essex! And who was I to deny them it?

I left that night with Carlton at about half three, as I tried to say goodbye to Saskia I noticed that she was deeply engrossed with Sezer from Big Brother. Sezer!! I mean seriously! Although I really shouldn't judge. Although he is the lowest form of celebrity, even if you could call him that, he is there every week and every time I see him he is nothing but nice. So never judge your celeb by it's status! They were busy playing tonsil tennis with each other so I left them to it making a mental note to myself to mock Saskia about it the very next day.

Now just becuase I went home don't think the fun stopped there. Carlton and I have been steadily progressing despite both of our efforts to abstain from phyical ativity which can only lead to emotional attachments. We can't abstain. We had some fun that night, several times and all would have been perfect if it wasn't for some rather sudden revelations.

We were just getting down to it. I was sleepy but never to sleepy for him and just as I thought it couldn't get any better he comes out with "I hope you get pregnant. I want you to have my baby so much." WHAT?!?! Now I must admit this isn't the first time he's suggested such a thing. Just last week we had an argument about whether I would marry him or not. The sad thing is - and he's so right when he said it is; we're 10 years too far apart. If only I was born 10 years earlier or he was 10 years younger everything would be ok. But the fact is - I wasn't and he isn't. He even talks of getting married and stuff, but the reality is, it would never, ever work. We get on so well and I AM so attracted to him, but logistically it just wouldn't work. How could I marry a guy 17 years older than me? I would be widow in my 50s!

That's not the only problem that comes with dating an older guy. Stamina. I am used to young guys who have barely come before they're at it again, and again! Not so with Carlton unfortunately. I remember us getting into a little bit of a fight the other night as we had had sex once and then he promptly turned over and fell asleep! I wouldn't mind but I'm sure that when we first got together we were at it all the time. Maybe I am just looking back on that honeymoon period through rose-tinted glasses. Anyway, when this happens to me I get a little (a lot) angry. It's always the same. He is really persuasive, manages to have sex with me before I'm ready then when I want it again and again he gets mad and shouts stuff about how he needs time to 'recover' and that he's 'not a 17 year old'and my personal favourite 'you must be a nymphomaniac!' For the record, I'm not... or am I? How does one class oneself as a nympho? Maybe I'll look it up on Google and see...

To distract myself from this whole thing I agreed to go on a date with the Celeb Hairdresser later that week...