Ok, I know it's getting boring, 3 posts a day or whatever, but what can I do when things just keep happening which are worthy of inclusion in my blog!?

Anyway, I was helping out a friend last night running an event in central London, and one of the other staff there told me as soon as I walked in the door that he knew me from somewhere.

Now this guy rang a faint bell of being gay, but I knew he wasn't, and I recognised him too but couldn't put my finger on it. Other than that he was basically the spitting image of the picture you see when you open the dictionary on "Sienna's type".

This guy- let's call him Romeo- was obviously disturbed by the fact he didn't know how he knew me, but by the end of the night he announced triumpahntly where we'd met in January. We both laughed the relieved laughter of a mystery well solved, and it also turned out that he was now single.

I recounted my frustrating experience with Dance to my friend and Romeo, which resulted in much incredulity (did I spell that right?)- my how times have changed!-, laughter and also sympathy about my female-equivalent-to-blue-balls-status.
I demonstrated Dance's sloppy-armed hug to Romeo with my friend looking on jealously (apparently), and sparks flew.

During the night, Romeo introduced me to a guy he knew who might be relevant for my carreer, but I brushed them off by saying: "look honey, I have just been networking for 2 weeks and if you don't stop going on about people in the industry, I will faint with boredom right now", which I am sure impressed Mr Bigshot as he is probably used to girls fallin at his feet begging to suck his toes as soon as he announces his job title. Yawn!

After the event, with some participants still milling about and me changed from my work uniform into a sexy evening top, Romeo, Mr Bigshot and I decided to stay for the drag queen cabaret.

Too drunk to pick up on the sparks flying between Romeo and I, and eager to create some sparks of his own, Mr Bigshot, sitting to my left, became more and more flirty and touchy-feely.

It went so far that, as we were laughing our heads off about the drag queens, Mr Bigshot licked my shoulder whilst Romeo was holding my hand and stroking my knee under the table, obscured by the table cloth.

I urgently whispered to Romeo what he thought I should do, and he advised I tell Mr Bigshot I was with him, but I didn't think this would quite work because they knew each other and it was fairly obvious we weren't a couple.

Mr Bigshot kept buying us drinks and food, then he went to the loo.
Romeo sensed the perfect opportunity to make his feelings clear, seized my head and kissed me with Mr Bigshot barely 3 feet behind him.

I was soo pleased! :D
I mean, here was a guy I thought nearly out of my league I fancied him so much, and he liked me too, and he was fun and gorgeous and affectionate, and sympathetic to my sex draught, and liked my theory about being unattached unless engaged and so on. And he kissed me with his astroturf stubble until I got worried Mr Bigshot might spot us and throw a fit.

As it was now obvious we liked each other and Mr Bigshot was biding his time until he could launch a second attempt on my lips or shoulder, I suggested we leave just after the drag queens performed a hilarious rendition of the Cheeky Song which climaxed in the fat one losing both her blow-up boobs to a cheering crowd.

I said goodnight to Mr Bigshot, telling him about my excruciating headache brought on by too much work, alcohol and watching neon-clad drag queens to a soundtrack fit to wake the dead, and Romeo reminded him he had to get up for a 7:30am start at a building site.

We left and Romeo kissed me passionately outside the latest Lloyd Webber musical.

I let my first bus go past on his insistence, and we revelled in each others tongues and eyes and smiles, pressing our bodies close together and breathing each other's breath.

"What?" he asked as another giggle escaped my lips, now raw from his astroturf kisses. "I can't even remember the last time I kissed anyone I fancied this much", I told him.
"What about the guy you kicked out for not sleeping with you?" he asked. "I fancy you much more than him" I admitted, blushing.

And you know what, I genuinely DON't remember when I ever kissed anyone I fancied more than Romeo. Strange.