Desperately seeking..

an able bodied man! This was the gist of an email I found myself typing early last week to a guy I'd never met. No.. I haven't started internet dating (yet..), but was responding to a light-hearted decree sent down from a dear friend of mine who threw the classiest ceilidh I've ever attended in Belgravia last Saturday evening. She and her fellow hostess-with-the-mostest had suddenly discovered that their guest list was predominantly female (of the unattached kind) and that more men were needed to make up the numbers in the dancing. So in addition to the condition of wearing some tartan, all women were now required to show up with a bloke on their arm to get in!!

This was a challenge indeed.. London is full of guys, not as many guys as girls, so the statistics show, but still. There is - or should be - no shortage! However - perhaps it's indicative of the 'age' of life I am in - most of my male friends (at least those that would be gumptious enough for some Scottish reeling!) are already married or attached. So if ever there was a time for some initiative, this was it! I started putting out some feelers amongst my female friends to see if they could source me a ceilidh-friendly, unattached bloke. I got two leads and, trying not to sound too much like Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction", wrote them both emails asking if they would consider attending with me... but as the days went by and I got no response from either of them, I began to get paranoid and kept checking in the mirror to see if I had suddenly morphed into said 'bunny-boiler' with oversized shoulder pads and a criminal 80's perm! Thankfully I hadn't, but it was hard to rid myself of a certain sense of unease..

Then finally last Wednesday I got an email from one of them, with a plausible explanation for his radio-silence. He had just got back from his holiday in Morocco and though he had a prior engagement on the Saturday afternoon, he felt sure he could make it to Belgravia for the evening. Hurrah! It pays to go out on a limb once in a while :)

Oh.. and before you ask, there is NO gossip to report! :) Only an amusing incident when I went up and greeted the guy I thought was my blind date for the evening (the only photo I had was less than helpful due to a pair of big sunglasses!).. only who turned out to be someone else's! Oops :) Thankfully his girlfriend was not the kind to take me outside and beat me to a pulp for the offence, and my own dance partner showed up shortly afterwards. We all had a fabulous time at the ceilidh and I am glad to say that the blisters on my little toes are healing nicely :)

Have a great week M xx