I rushed home after work so I could get food, get showered, changed and then into town for a speed dating event.

I arrived early.

The event was poorly attended. As a result, we got longer with each other in what was a situation that once would have scared the living daylights out of me. After a couple of introductions which were pleasant but a bit formal, I decided to loosen up, be myself (as much as alcohol would allow) and be properly effusive about stuff I like to be effusive about, rather than too cool for school.

Then it was a lot of fun.

Finishing at 9.30, I handed in my form and rushed across town to watch a comedy gig. This was a lot of fun and ended in laughter and a remarkable lack of sobriety from me. I then proceeded to do a drunken tour of fast food establishments between the venue and my house. I arrived in my bed with a belly full of toxins and a head full of confusion. Had I really been speed dating? Had I really watched a gig. Was it all just my imagination?

Either way, I was no shrinking violet. I did what I wanted to do and had fun tonight.