What am I like?!

January has been a busy month, despite the absence of alcohol in my life I have not let that prohibit me from having a good time.  In fact, I think some nights were more enjoyable without a drink - having a giggle at tipsy boys after too many mojitos is well worth it!

January also had it's share of dilemmas with Lost Boys too.  It was to be expected really.  At the end of 2010, I was in a bit of a pickle about which boy to pursue more enthusiastically - Dagenham's answer to David Beckham (super nice, good job, good with kids, funny, good looking) or Danger Mouse (recently split from long-term partner in complicated circumstances).

I was initially more keen on Danger Mouse because, despite the complications I still like him (and he's good looking, makes me laugh and is very generous).  However communications fell off the radar with him over the Christmas period so decided to David Beckham a go..hell why not, how often does Tinkerbell go out with someone from Dagenham?!

So David Beckham and I saw each other several times over the holidays.  He paid for lunch, he bought me drinks, he txt me at appropriate times.  This all seemed good.  Then I invited him over for dinner.  He didn't stay as he had a family event the next day.  Here is where the cracks start to show. . .

Firstly, Dagenham is a heck of a long way from where the Wombles live.  Secondly, it just so happens that all of David Beckham's family is religious.  He's not but Mrs Beckham Senior plus three sisters all are.  So while I don't prescribe to any particular religion, and don't have a problem with their beliefs; Mrs Beckham will not be able to cope with a son with a girlfriend who is not from her religion.  This means:  no meeting the parents, no meeting the sisters or nieces and nephews, no invites to family dinner or events.  I would be a secret.  He would have a life that I could never be part of. 

It has taken a few weeks to be sure how I feel about the situation.  I'm not prepared to be a secret in anyone's life.  I don't think David Beckham realises, he is txting me as I type this.  It is taking all my nerve to set up at date to tell him I can't see him anymore.

How will it pan out?  Will he take it well?  Will he understand?  And can we still be friends?  This is probably all a bit too much for a Tuesday afternoon!  But I hope to have these answers by Friday in the hope that I can enjoy Friday night at Irish's 30th and get a decent night's sleep without waking up at ridiculous o'clock worrying about having "the talk" with David Beckham. 

xx

ps News just to hand, Danger Mouse is officially single now.  Bring on the wines...I feel a tipsy txt coming on ;-)