09 Oct 2007 ›  10:00am

So remember the dashing English bloke who ran his sticky fingers through my hair during our cotton candy make out coma? He called. We’re going out this weekend. He was very sweet and charming on the phone. He said he’d had a brilliant time with me and really wanted to do it again. But I can’t help wondering how on earth we will ever be able to duplicate that fabulous combination of alcohol and refined sugar that so enhanced our high school style smoochathon. I think this is how junkies feel about their first speedball. Perhaps the magic is a one time thing never to be repeated. But then again, maybe he’ll take me out for waffles drenched in syrup, followed by a couple shots of whiskey and a delicious UK shag. Stay tuned.