Well, D finally got his date last night. It was OK really, he didn't force himself on me or anything but I can't say I'm smitten or impressed in any way. I made sure I dressed tidily but not too alluring. We went to Carlotta's and had spaghetti bolognese. I insisted on going Dutch, but he bought the wine, which was one of those tourist-trap Italian bottles with straw wrapped round it that taste like dishwater. I mostly drank water so he had most of it himself. Then we hit the Fancy Tart - a pub named after some admiral or other. We had a few drinks. We talked archaeology a bit which wasn't too bad. It seems this dig in Greece is at any rate quite new and undocumented.Then he walked me home. By this time I'd made sure he knew I lived with my family, so there was no nonsense there. I quite enjoyed the evening because I haven't been getting out much but I didn't think he did.

So I was quite surprised when he txtd me this morning to say he'd enjoyed our date and we must do it again. Maybe he was just being polite, but he doesn't seem that kind of person.