I met my friend's new housemate, Emma at a party on Saturday night. She's hot, we went into Bournemouth at 3am, we danced, we chatted, she kissed me, I kissed her back.

I stayed over, I'm seeing her again later today.

There were no errors, no wussing out, no awkward moments, no backing out at the last minute...IN FOR THE KILL.

Insert more tales of non stereotypically shy, fey, lentil munching, indecisive, livejournal updating, so lame you wrote a new blog entry about it whilst listening to the Promise Ring and crying boy/girl interaction below: