The new guy (we’ll call him Hot Danish) had booked us return flights to his home city after three weeks of dating. ‘You won’t be meeting the family this time, though,’ he smiled. He’d also asked me to put a couple of dates in the diary a couple of months ahead.

Some people like to be cautious when it comes to new romances (think Plan B), while The Gentleman was with me in believing, ‘Life is for passion and romance.’ However, there is a fine balance between fun spontaneity and putting too much pressure on a relationship too soon/pretending it’s something it’s not/embarrassing yourself in front of your friends and family.

I’m clearly not fazed by relaying short-lived relationship stories to friends. In fact, the worse the ending, the more entertaining the story. (One of my favourites is the story about the Lawyer who dumped me last February saying he liked camping and I didn’t.) And if I introduce anyone to my mum at least she won’t question whether I’m a lesbian for a while.

I love group get-togethers, so if a new guy comes along to a gathering my friends won’t give him the third degree. ‘One of the things I love about London is that you meet interesting people every week,’ I recently said to Hot Danish. ‘That sounds a bit sluttish,’ he joked.

However, one guy used to get annoyed that I didn’t introduce him to people as my boyfriend. We lasted four months and it took another six months for him to accept it. Perhaps it’s best to try not to label relationships until you really need to…