"Girlfriend"

It certainly wasn't his command for geography that cajoled me into becoming first his FB, and now it seems his "Girlfriend." On hearing my dulcet Maccem tones he proclaimed himself to being a fellow North-Easterner, before discrediting himself as a reliable source by telling me he was from Rotherham. Nevertheless he made me laugh for the first time in too long, and by the end of the evening we had banished ourselves from the rest of the world (and the smoking ban) and had taken to the staff stairs in Mojo's.

For a fortnight I was adamant that all I was interested in was sex, sex, sex. No affection, no hand-holding, no gazing into each others eyes. We were to be Sex and the City style FB's and our relationship would consist of booty call's and beer. However real life is nothing like that of Carrie Bradshaw et al, and before long I found myself eager to discover more about him.

After not seeing each other for a week, and with both of our flatmates firmly in residence with no obvious intention of leaving us alone for the evening, we bit the bullet and went out for a date. Rough Stuff had done his homework and suggested we meet at Cloud 23 to watch the sunset. After spicy popcorn and one cosmopolitan too many, there was talk of dating and of me being his "Girlfriend". If I only felt comfortable enough to write it, say it or hell, even think the term "Girlfriend" without those hesitant quotation marks. It's enough to make me run back to Mojo's and hide on the stairs.