To call or not to call?

Juicelog Tues 210306: Yet another Bridget Jones moment to add to my March list. It started with a kiss which then turned into a snog and finally I found out that this stunning Brazilian was called Pablo. This six packed floppy haired stunner with killer eyes is someone who I have "accidentally" collided into many a time on the dance floors of various after hours discos. Last time we saw each other we both didn't have our phones on us and so we weren't able to exchange telephone numbers. Instead I gave him my e-mail address and told him to hit me up cyber stylee. A week zoomed past and nothing appeared in my inbox and so I naturally came to the conclusion that he had never used a computer before and had been putting up a front about his ability to send e-mails.

Last Friday night just before Alex's house party a whole group of us had arranged to meet up in town to have a catch up drink. Like the Labour Party we had a split vote as to where we were going - a faction of us were heading off to Fiction and the remainder were going to Alex's house party. Whilst we were debating plans I bumped into Pablo. Didn't really get to talk to him as he was with his mates and I was with my posse.

Just as we were about to head off for the party he gave me his telephone number even though I didn't ask for it. I inputted the number onto my phone and pecked him goodbye. Slightly surprised as I wasn't expecting him to volunteer his eleven digits.

Had been deliberating with myself over the weekend as to whether I should call him up or not. Eventually made up my mind to wait quite some time before I did as I didn't want to appear to be too eager. That all went a bit pear shaped when I sent him a text message this morning. My moment of weakness was attributed to the fact that I left for work this morning without my iPod. And the only toy I had on me was my goddamn mobile.