Gingivitis

I've got another date this Friday. This time it's with an English man. Hopefully an English GENTLEman. I figure that I haven't had any luck with Australian men, so maybe that's where I've been going wrong?

Plus - this one supports Liverpool, whom we all know are the best team in the Premier League. Also, we're going for a curry, which is very much in my comfort zone. I won't be challenging him to a Phal eating competition just yet - don't wanna frighten the poor boy off - but I will feel a lot more relaxed in such a setting.

I've been told to give the previous guy (small appetite man) a second chance, but I don't like him. What's the point of second chancing someone if you just don't like them?

In the meantime, my hopes are high (but not too high) and I'm feeling more positive (but am retaining a small amount of pessimism) about the whole thing. Reckon we might be onto a winner.

But of course, I can't rule out the fact that he might be ginger. That's a big cause for concern.