Finally heard from Holly last night. Apparantly she had been really busy and work and kept finishing late. We're meeting up tonight. So...I'll keep you posted

Although the title may suggest something different, once more there were no real worries in the bedroom department. I hadn't quite been feeling myself (so I had someone do it for me - ha, ha!). No. I'm trying to hide my true emotions with humour.
I hadn't quite been feeling myself on Wednesday evening and so it had been quite late before I pulled. So late that we were outside at the time. There was a reasonably pretty girl standing around in very little, I have to say. It was 2am and a little chilly, and having just rescued my jacket from the cloakroom, I hadn't yet put it on. Something chivalristic came over me (and that's the truth - I was expecting to have to try again another night) and I put it around her shoulders. She said she was trying to waiting for someone called Tom (not me) to pick her up in a cab, but that she'd been waiting five minutes.
She was cold and seemed quite drunk so I said that I'd wait with her until Tom arrived back. Rob waited too, albeit while snogging some girl that he'd pulled. Another five minutes and Tom still hadn't turned up so I suggested that I get her a cab myself. She agreed. Having done so we all piled in and I tried to get an address from her but all she could remember was 27 church something. Now there must be quite a few Church Road's, Street's, Avenue's etc in London, so that didn't help much.
Again with no intention of sleeping with her I decided that the best idea was to take her back to my place and put her on the couch. I was hardly going to give up my own bed was I? On getting back to the flat, she was starting to sober up a little, not enough to remember her address, but enough to remember that she was going to be sharing a cab with someone called Tom. Putting two and two together and getting seventeen, she thought it was me.
Again I protest and say that I didn't lead her on but when she started kissing me I'll admit that I didn't push her away and that one thing led to another and the bet is still in place. The next morning she actually said it was a good night, the first time anyone's said anything like that to me, so I would like to thank her for that. She did say that I might need to lose a little flab though, so I may join a gym I think. There still may be a few decent offers around as its the time of year when people stop going.
The reason why its not been a great week though, is because I still haven't heard back from Holly. Despite her slight coldness the week before, I still felt that there might be something there. I'm not sure whether to try and get back in contact or not. I suppose I should try not to worry about it, the way things are going, but I have this nagging suspicion that she may have heard about this site and know that it's me.

It all went pretty well - I have to say that the film is fantastic. Having grown up near the area of Wells it was fascinating to see it as a film set. It is a much more grown up film than that of Shaun of the Dead. I think Holly enjoyed it as well - to the extent that there was no kissing whatsoever, even later on.
When we said goodbye at the tube she wouldn't even let me kiss her then, saying that she never kissed on a first date. Three weeks ago that wouldn't have bothered me at all, but now it just seems a little prudish. But never mind, I wasn't relying on getting into her pants last night anyway. She does want to meet again but wasn't sure whether she would be free in the coming week or not and said that she would call me.
If I was the worrying kind I would think that she doesn't want to see me again, what with the 'don't call me, i'll call you' and 'i don't kiss on first dates'. But we'll see. I would say that there's plenty more fish in the sea, but even that doesn't really ring true nowadays.
It was a very comfortable evening though - much more so that I'd imagined. Maybe its because I've changed lately. But well a new week has started, and I have seven more evenings to bed another girl. Maybe it will be HOlly this week - maybe someone else.

Update on Holly - phoned her yesterday and she's up for a movie so meeting her tonight. She sounded excited to hear from me so thats a good sign. Will probably see Hot Fuzz. Update tomorrow if all goes well.

Have to say its getting much easier now. Me and Rob found a place down in Hoxton last night which was full of nice women. Had a couple of false starts with a lawyer (don't want to get sued) and a dental hygeinist (bit of a scrubber) before I met Sophie.
A blond girl, again on the chunky side (its getting repetitive) but would have been dwarfed by Jessica. When I say chunky I mean that she would have had a better chance of making a Milan catwalk than she would London. She did have sparkly green eyes though.
Needless to say we both pulled, but unfortunately Sophie had had too much to drink to make it especially memorable - half way through she had to rush out to be sick and from then on I refused to let any part of my body go near her mouth. But still, two down only another fifty to go.
Was thinking that as I've got a few days in lieu for this week that I might give Holly a call, the girl who's number I only got last week, and spend a few days working on her. At least she may be one in the bank if I have a bit of a barren week.

I've never done this type of thing before but I feel that I have tell people how liberated I feel this morning. I've always been a bit of a shy person and never that great with girls (there's only been a couple of very brief encounters in my early days) although I did have a girlfriend for a few months we weren't very hot on the the sleeping together bit.
Then came last weekend and my flatmate (from now on I will use fictional names to cover all identities which may feature) Rob decided that my manliness was at stake thereby goading me into a bet "That I couldn't sleep with a different girl each week for a year". I thought he was joking at first, but later realised he was deadly serious. My forfeit would be that I would have to do all his cleaning, washing and ironing for a whole year if I couldn't manage it. Needless to say I had had too much to drink for me to be able to say no.
It was only in the middle of this week when we were on one of our next drinking sessions (a remnant from our wednesday half days as students) that he reminded me of it and that fact that we had shaken hands on it. There was no going back, and so Friday night I began with only two nights to bed a girl otherwise I would have fallen at the first hurdle.
Now, you may be thinking that this is a disgusting idea, especially if you are female, and I wouldn't blame you. But please let me put in a bit of a defence. I've never done this type of thing before, and if you were to meet me in the street you would probably see me as an ordinary guy, nothing unusual about me at all. You would probably find me quite polite as well, and up until this morning my gut was wrenching with the whole idea of just getting someone into bed as part of a bet. It just went totally against my nature and I couldn't understand why people (and I'm thinking of Russell Brand here) would spend their whole lives in search of a s**g. But things have changed...
Friday night and a visit to a late night music club and a couple of dozen vodkas later I had plucked up the courage to talk to a couple of girls. Unfortunately my dancing is really up to much and I was treated with a certain amount of disdain. Then I got chatting to a really sweet girl called Holly (not real name of course), dark blond hair and blue eyes and we got on really well. Unfortunately for me (and its amazing how priorities can change) I only got her number. I was too knackered from all my chatting up to carry on that night and so I left the place emptyhanded, with Rob looking forward to a year of being looked after.
However, I was determined. A few pints down the pub yesterday spending it watching the football and I got chatting to Jessica, a girl from Derby whose team had lost their FA Cup match, while at the bar. She was out with a couple of friends who both had boyfriends but she was single. It turned out she was quite desperate as well so that meant we had something in common. And not meaning to be rude, in my sobriety this morning, I could see why.
She's not exactly unattractive, but she is a little on the heavy side with a couple of moles in noticeable places. Unfortunately she seemed to think that she had met the man of her dreams. Totally unsure of how to play it I skipped out of her flat while she was taking a shower and left a note that my (fictional) twelve year old dog was ill and I would call her. Jessica if you are reading this, I'm sorry, please don't take it personally.
But anyway, at least I am still in the bet and have to say that sex for sex sake is a lot more fun than I expected and incredibly liberating as well not ever having to feel embarrassed if something goes a little awry. Hell, its not as if I'm going to see them again is it? I hope not anyway. I'll just have to find somewhere else to drink for a while.