About half hour later he popped over, hands holding stacked glasses – A classy type on man, but he took my number all the same and we left. We were texting and chatting for a few days, then met up for a proper date. I stayed sober and we got on really well. The night ended with an adequate amount of making-out, and we saw each other on off for 3-4weeks. This worked well for me, as I wanted to keep him arms length and make sure he wasn’t in it for just the one thing … That I still had. Anyway after one evening I invited him in and all was lovely, maybe a little noisy- But what the hell, revenge on the flatmates who kept you up till 3am with nightime … well not sleeping. We carried on seeing each other for another month … while seeing each  other less and less … in the end he tried just coming over on his half hour break from work to ‘See’ me – That was soon stopped. So even waiting for ages, keeping him at arms length, for what seemed long enough, to make sure he the the one I wanted to give it away to – Obviously wasn’t. But I enjoyed myself all the bloody same!