After a good few days deliberating over the Welsh virgin spanking fan, my sugar life was overtaken by a major new project at work that saw me in various European hotels, living out of a suitcase for most of November.
OK, they were all 5*, but living off a hotel diet is not good for either the figure (despite my daily 6am runs), or the sanity.
I exchanged a couple of more emails with Leanne, but I realised that taking it any further wasn’t exciting me, so let it go before I got in deeper.
So, been back for a week now and my thoughts are drifting back to finding a new Sugarbabe.
It’s got to be sorted soon, in another week it’s the usual round of end of term Christmas events at my childrens’ school and the interminable drinks parties that are the North Oxford social scene, leaving little time for overnights in London.
I’ve got quite a backlog of unanswered emails from prospective Sugarbabes clogging up my inbox and started to get in touch with a couple that sounded promising.
Just as I was writing a reply to one, I got a mail from May, a former SB I’ve written about before. She was planning to do some Christmas shopping in London on Thursday and did I fancy meeting for a drink?
The thought of cocktails and maybe more, with the gorgeous, redheaded siren suddenly brought a smile to my face as I remembered our last meeting a few months back.
Without sounding too bloody enthusiastic and slightly desperate, I coolly answered that it would be great to see her.
I may not find my SB for Christmas, but a night out with May would be the next best thing.