The is-it-or-isn't-it date

I have a bit of a conundrum - tomorrow night I'm meeting a friend for a drink. Or is it a date? I'm totally unsure!

We know each other through mutual friends, but have never really been close friends ourselves. He moved to Cheltenham, just before I moved to Bristol, and although we said we'd stay in contact, he actually has. And then he's followed up on going for a drink. Xmas markets and mulled wine. And how about dinner too?

Is this a date? Or a friendly drink??

I guess it will be a surprise! I get on well with him though, and I'm not averse to seeing how things go, so I'm going into it open-minded. He's fun, he's smart, he's a bit younger than me but very mature, and he dresses well (Geek Chic anyone?) - what's to lose?

Other than that, I'm continuing to find my feet in Bristol. I'm starting to work out where everything is, and the flat's starting to look a little more like home (although there's still a mess of stuff that needs to be put away - surprise, surprise). This weekend I get to play hostess for the first time to my friend B who's coming down for the weekend.

So between the drink with Geek Chic tomorrow, a weekend of girliness with B and still being on tenterhooks to hear from the Vet again (we're still messaging, but not as frequently as I'd like - he's supposedly been working absolutely flat out though, so we'll see what happens now he's a bit quieter), it's a busy old week.

Had a lovely weekend in Brussels - it turns out that after 30 the hangovers get worse - who knew? That aside, I enjoyed spending time with C, who I lived with at uni, and spending time with her friends from the European Parliament and see a bit of what looks like a very pretty city ... hopefully I'll be less hungover next time I get out there!