October already

So I spent the first half of this week thinking I may have some mild form of ME. Totally listless, desperately tired every morning, uninspired to write, my flat becoming gradually messier for the first time, washing up and laundry left undone - all very unlike me. But I've made it to bed by 11pm the last three nights and am now feeling a lot more in the land of the non-ME sufferers.

Other than exhaustion, and once I recovered from my SuperSized date on Saturday, I've had a good week and feel full of the joys of autumn. The financial crisis has continued apace, but my boss remains calm and confident on the whole, so I am taking my lead from him and trying not to worry about my paycheque. My left foot (the one I injured running) is now fine; my right foot on the other hand (the one I injured in another way) is still bandaged and bruised - and not helped by the fact that I whacked it hard against a metal chair leg in my office yesterday morning. The resulting lack of ability to exercise hasn't helped my mood, but I'm hoping to be back, if not pounding the pavements of London, certainly enjoying Mountain Pose on a yoga mat, by next week.

And also - I went on another date last night. I know! Two dates in five nights - punchy! This guy was (and remains) South African, and was actually attractive (although I admit my tasteometer may have been blunted by last weekend and I may just have been grateful that he didn't need to go to a specialist shop to buy his jeans) and we had a nice time. He is clever and well-travelled and interesting and funny, all positive things. I am wary about him, however, as his internet profile said he is 'possibly too charming for his own good' and he did offer to 'walk me home', an idea that I quashed very early on. I can't believe anyone would fall for such ridiculous rubbish, but when I asked what percentage of girls would let him come home with them on a first date, he said fifty! I am gobsmacked by this. Obviously, he could be lying in order to make the idea more persuasive - but even if he's exaggerating by a fair bit, the idea that even one girl would be stupid enough to let a complete stranger, albeit one who is charming and attractive, into their home after only one evening together is completely terrifying. I don't blame him for having a go - he's male, after all, and I did look very pretty in my dress - but really. Anyway, he's now off to South Africa for work until the end of October so although we've exchanged emails today and he's tried (and failed) to befriend me on Facebook (Yes! Of course! Have a look at all my photos from the past two years of my life, read all the messages my friends have sent me - and then click on the link to my blog and find out everything I've done since November 2006! That's a healthy start to any blossoming relationship!), I'm not holding my breath about this evolving into anything else. It's just nice to know there are still some handsome, intelligent men out there who haven't already been frogmarched down the aisle.