Not so Great Expectations

I've been so neglectful of thee Blog, but between social flutterings and single handedly being lumped with an entire marketing dept to run, there's little time for my musings of the mind.
My preceding week had me busy with floral appointments, catching up with a former colleague for dinner - my dear Lady Helen, and a date with another englishman. This one seems to come without attachments but also without chemistry. Not sure whether I was comparing him to the quick witted, educated and slippery tongued other english suitor....or if I was hopelessly ill-suited to his backpacking exploits, sportsmanship, outdoorsy nature and rough Londoner vocabulary etc. Every 2nd word was "fookin 'ell". I couldn't exactly see us packing tents for the weekend and holding hands underneath the stars while we sing "Kumbayah" on guitar. He even attempted to buy me a rose from the street flower vendor who dared to charge $10 a stem. I put the stem back in the basket and shook my head in shame at the vendor and said that the wholesale florist charges $1.50 per stem and "no thanks".....much to the horror of my date who I guess was attempting to be romantic. No wonder I haven't heard from him. Oh well....plenty of other crabs in the sea. Along with all the sharks. One shark in particular informs me that he is moving into my neighbourhood as he "needs his own space" but looking forward to becoming my neighbour. Or perhaps it's so he can comfortably host a different woman for each night of the week without both his girlfriend or housemates aware. Men are so easy to read. I'm keen to push on with him though as despite his playboy ardour there seems to be more lurking within that I haven't figured out yet. He surrounded by mystery, speaks in cryptic code, gets cross with me when I stuff HIM around...yet is adept at making promises he can't keep, breaking arrangements as swiftly as he organised them, and generally has me completely captivated as I've never known anyone like him. It it merely that I find him an interesting case study into "the art of being a casanova" or that his aloof one day/persistent as hell the next day mood flickers like a deranged strobe light that you can't help watching or getting seduced by?? He is a tosser though. Of the highest order. THE POPE of tossers. And a big hello to by international readers...my brother and dear Glen. I miss you both. And now I'm filled with the desire to bolt overseas in search of something more...The emerald isles of Ireland beckon along with an invitation from my dear mr Dolman. So I hesitate at my crossroads. The safe path (comfortable, well trodden and predictable) Vs the unchartered path (littered with adventure and intrigue).
I have a headache....