The DB and I finally had our drinks last week and I had a genius time. We laughed and bantered and laughed some more, exchanged stories and theories, and as amateur as I am at this game, I may have even detected some flirting.

How come you can go for years without remotely fancying someone, without even a sniff of someone registering on your romance radar, and then all of a sudden WHAM. One day you meet someone who you fancy hopelessly and utterly, but who you know deep down is totally unsuitable?

I read somewhere that you can’t help who you fall in love with and if that’s the case then I’m in trouble because I have a string of unsuitable ex-boyfriends behind me, and I just never seem to learn.

The DB is great and all, but somehow as relentless as these butterflies and my crush are I somehow get the feeling that regardless of our Sunday paper reading potential, that he’s not right for me. He’s too good looking for me, too self assured and he has CONFIDENCE. In short, he is all the things that I am not, and I’m not sure that allows for compatability.

I spoke to my Ma the other day, bless her, and even though she’s over 6000 miles away and she’s been unwell, she does that thing that mums always do; care for everyone else before themselves. Despite my asking her tons of questions, all she wanted to do was talk about me. She asked about my love life, something I find quite difficult discussing with either of my folks due to my asian background and hence their old fashioned beliefs, but she had the decency to ask, so I was honest.

PPQ’s Mum: So are there any boyfriends at the moment? (Note the sweet optimism that she thinks that there could be more than one!)

PPQ: Nah. But there is this guy who I like, I’m hoping to go out for drinks with him soon. He’s funny and generous and clever.

PPQ’s Mum: Well, that’s something.

PPQ: Yeah, but I’m lonely Ma. I’m worried I’m going to end up alone.

PPQ’s Mum: Well, you shouldn’t worry about it sweetheart, I know it’ll all be okay. If this one’s not right then you’ll find someone who’s just right for you. I’m sure of it.

And let’s face it. Mums always know best right?

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