I should probably learn to expect the unexpected

It's Saturday afternoon. You're lying on your bed, busy living vicariously through Facebook, when a chat message pops up.

Three hours later you're sitting on a sofa in South London. There's tea, Diet Coke and Jammy Dodgers on the coffee table; a DVD rolling end credits on the television. A slightly dishevelled, blond-haired head has just shifted itself onto your lap. There's an arm curled around your leg.

And you're glancing down at the male form next to you wondering where to put your hands and how exactly this came to be.

In all honesty, it's probably down to you. If you will leave temporary jobs and fire off "goodbye" e-mails to colleagues you have identified as being good looking, urging them to add you on Facebook and keep in touch...it shouldn't really come as a surprise when they do. But a lot has happened since that otherwise horrendous temp job in August 2009: namely a round the world trip, a Bastard Ex and a move out of home then back again.

The latter you mention in passing (impossible not to when revealing where you "currently" live), while hoping he doesn't press for the finer details. He doesn't. You're relieved.

It's late, you have a train or three to catch and after some prodding, you manage to coax the tall male form out the door and to the station. You chat on the way, hands in pockets, he apologises for his hungover state. He walks you up to the platform just as the train arrives.

"Thanks for coming over" he says as the doors open.
"Thanks for having me" you reply, stepping up towards the train, "Get to bed!"

And you both lean in. The kiss is short, a peck on the lips this time instead of the cheek. You hop onto the train and take a seat. Leftover chicken bones lie at your feet. Drunk, rioting, marching, boat racing London is on it's way home, and so are you.

Your phone buzzes with a message. You'll reply when safely home, as requested.

And what do you think?

Well, in all honesty, you don't quite know.