Oh dear...

I'm lost for words. Actually, completely, and utterly speechless. I havn't blogged in the last couple of days because I have simply had absolutely sod all to say. Given that I'm going out for dinner in 2 days with a man who I've met once but emailed a few times who thinks I'm gorgeous (the pub must have been dark) and funny (lord only knows how that one happened) and blonde (question, should I tell him about the definately LESS peroxide blondeness than the last time he saw me, or surprise him?) and I'm at a complete loss as far as anything is concerned, let alone witty, intellectual and amusing conversation I'm starting to get just a wee bit frantic. All that keeps springing to mind is that TAB, in an effort to catch out a friend of his whom he suspected of spreading rumours and lies and anything horrible she could think of, was going to tell her all sorts of nasty things about me and see if anyone repeated them back to him. One of these was that I couldn't hold down an intellectual, or even vaguely interesting, conversation even if I had it scripted in front of me. He hastened to reassure me (after a very indignant squeak) that this was, of course, totally untrue. Nevertheless, the fact that he came up with it in the first place has stuck in the deep dark recesses of my mind. One thing I know for certain, my fingernails are not going to survive until Wednesday night.