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I'm afraid that there is little to report about my dating life in Manhattan. The only man I've met so far for whom I could envisage removing my clothing, & with whom I could have a conversation, is married. (Am I asking too much?) Tant pis. Manhattan is however a most confidence boosting environment in which to gallivant around. I've been eyed up, chatted up and generally appreciated more in four weeks here than I have in four years back in London. A state of affairs of which I heartily approve. (Nothing could be more dull than a drought combined with no interest.)

Today I am listening to: I Am Kloot
Sartorial: Brown Comptoir tight T shirt. Lux denim bubble mini with bustle. Bare (fake) tanned legs - i's warm outside! Kenneth Cole Cream suede wedges