Spinster Services

No, this is not implying what your little dirty imaginations may think. This is a lot more of a serious twist to my single life. I have discovered that I can be an excellent match maker! You can just imagine my dearest Chablis face when she found out that I had been chatting up a guy for her on Saturday at the good old Notting Hill Social Club, aka Westbourne Studios. Ok, she wasn't entirely pleased, but hey - what can you do? She had a migraine and went home and then he appears. Suddently, the hours and hours of listening to her in detailed explaination of her perfect man makes sense! He is bloody standing in front of me! Tall, broad, dark, latin complete with even nerdy jeans and a crooked big nose. Mr Perfect!

So what can you do? I have never been much of a shy little mouse, so I clamp over to him with and introduce myself and my mission (while keeping an eye on his hands, have to be of considerable size for my Chablis). The guy answers me blushing in broken English in his polite and well manners banker-style: Well, thank you, I will consider meeting with her when I am moving from Madrid to London in three months. Perfect. We can already start counting in dates in April for lovely Chablis. And I am just soooo sure they will be perfect for eachother. Despite her somewhat lunatic friend. Which I also told him.

Anyone else needs some assistance? Just send over your type and measures and I will haul up my periscope.

Compensation? Put it this way, I am dear but good.

Hola!