I woke up and thought 'Oh fuck. Today is the day'. I was tempted to just hide under my covers and avoid the entire thing, but I decided that would possibly be the most idiotic idea in the history of the world.

So I got up, washed, dressed, hoovered the bedroom, cleaned up, put on make-up, drank coffee, sorted myself out in every possible way, and then sat down.

I sat down and tried to realise what was about to happen. I told myself - "Right, today you are going to meet someone for the first time. But you've actually known this person for months and months (since bloody February) and you met them through the internet (shock, horror!). Oh , flamin' Nora Aunty Dora, today is going to either go terribly well or terribly bad. Be scare girl, be scared."

And after my little pep-talk, I walked out of the house, hopped onto the bus and travelled to thw train station.

And there I stood, in the freezing cold and in a light skirt. Nervous, nervous, nervous... but excited. So excited that I couldn't stop grinning (I'm sure the old dear standing next to me thought I was a complete loon).

Then, the train approached the station. I felt my knees shake, I took a deep breath... and he stepped off the train.

As soon as I saw him I knew he was going to be everything I'd expected and more. I could tell he was as nervous as I was, but I straightaway felt myself drawn to him. And we kissed. It was nice. Not the greatest kiss ever, but I think that was just because we were both so be-jazzled from being so nervous. Oh no, the greatest kiss ever came later...

He took my hand and we walked over to the shopping centre. It was still freezing cold, but now I barely noticed. Just to finally be standing next to him, looking at his beautiful face, feeling his skin... it all made me feel so warm and complete inside.

We talked and it felt as if we'd known each other forever - not like we had in fact only just met. He mentioned this later on. He said how odd it was not to have that feeling of 'Oh my god, I need to say something'. It all just flowed comfortably and naturally. There were no awkward moments at all. We just talked and smiled and looked at each other giggled.... it was probably sickening to anybody watching us.

Then we spied a photo-booth and he suggested we had our picture taken togeter. I was a little reluctant at first, since I’m not the biggest fan of having my photo taken, but his gorgeous grin persuaded me otherwise.

So we got in and had a photo taken and as we were waiting for the photo to develop, we kissed.. and we kissed... and we kissed...

It was so passionate and so full of desire and want. I could never have imagined feeling like that with anybody. It was The Greatest Kiss Ever. He could barely breath when we got out of the booth.

Before long, we had hopped onto the bus to my house and he held me tight all the way there, kissing and smiling. The next thing I knew, we were both kissing again at the bottom of the stairs. I held his hand and took him to my bedroom.

And, well, obviously not too much detail is required, but I enjoyed myself. Very very much. It was so passionate and so perfect. He didn't rush me or pressure me, it was all about taking our time. Just lying there, next to his naked body, feeling his heat and hearing him breathe - it was all that I had wished for and then more. It was all such lusicous blur of everything beautiful and perfect, almost like the best dream I've ever had. Except it was no dream.

After about two hours in my room, he had to leave. I went to the station with him to see him off. We kissed again and told each other we loved the other.

And then his train left. And I didn’t cry or feel said that he was leaving. I felt happy. No, happy doesn’t do it justice - I felt on top of the world and as if everything had fallen in place.

I’ve fallen in love with the most perfect man on the planet.