Well, it really is a mess. I think it might have to be the sperm bank for me at this rate. It would be preferable, not having to share my life with someone who thinks that ornamental Laurel and Hardy figurines are nice (Sean's house was full of them!), or with someone who has a bigger computer desk than sofa (Tom).

Not that man is just sperm - don't want to give wrong impression! I honestly don't just want a baby, I want to be in love and not have to shoulder everything on my own.

Anyway, spent all day with Sean yesterday in his freezing cold house, surrounded by the aforementioned figurines, but no attempt was made at my virtue! Yet still he wants to go out again, so he must like me. It might be my vibes, what with me being semi in love with Tom and all that. If Sean just kissed me then I it might all happen...

I can't make the first move, am following Regency Rules of dating.