Clueless

Now, the more observant of you out there in blog land will be more than aware by now that I’m a bit of a Billy-no-dates these days. In fact, if I were to wear my underpants outside of my trousers you could even call me the "dateless wonder". Mind you, I’d probably get some strange looks and a one way trip to the crazy house too.

So in my capacity as the Dateless Wonder (superpowers yet to be defined – or discovered) I feel I must forewarn those plucky (and lucky) blokes out there that you ignore Valentines Day at your peril.

You see, some blokes are still yet to understand "ladies speak" and what they really mean. One poor soul at work today was telling his friend that his girlfriend wasn’t too bothered about going out for that special Valentines Day meal and that she’d be just as happy with a card.

Hmmm. I guess that’ll be one person with a black eye and his bags packed come Wednesday. If only he’d read my guide to women’s English.