Project Love Myself continues

Posted by Katy Regan at 14:10 on 20 Jun 2008

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Well, Project Love Myself kicked off to a very good start this weekend when I treated myself to a snog from a Frenchman named Jerome. My lovely friend Mika and I went to Barcelona for the weekend (would attach pictures but couldn't get the flash to work. 'Seven years being best friends with a photographer and you have absorbed absolutely no information about photography whatsoever,' Egg said, when I told him. Fair Point, well made. I went out with a rugby player for seven years too and could tell you absolutely nothing about the game by the end of it except that it made your boyfriend really ugly for about half the year what with crutches, broken noses, scratches and cauliflower ears…)

Anyway, I digress. Jerome had none of the aforementioned disfigurements – sport-induced or otherwise and was perfect in every way. After I'd finished with him (we did a bar crawl) we then bumped into a group of lads on a stag do - all in their 30s, all attractive, or so I thought with my vodka-lemonade head on. (Thankfully, they had similarly discerning taste what with the twenty five pints they'd probably supped that day.) Nothing happened, but I have to admit to getting quite a kick from seeing the stag have to leave because he felt he was too in danger of succumbing to my seductive charms! (i.e. dancing and smiling a lot in manner of drunken hussy and telling him he looked like that guy from Scrubs - Zach Braff - mmm, mmm…)

The next day, I have to admit to being on a bit of a high. Ok, so I'd had nothing more than a one-off snog and a bit of a frisson with a Zach Braff lookalike, but it was just what the doctor ordered in terms of a very necessary confidence boost. Now, where are those 23-year-old Italians when you're in the mood for them? I feel a roll coming on. Preferably a big, self-congratulatory, two-fingers-up-to-the-food-doctor-diet jumbo sausage roll and chips.

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