My mum was half way through cleaning the kitchen. I was three chapters into a book I've to read for Creative Writing at uni. We sat down for a coffee break and a bit of cake (we allow ourselves a treat in our bid to battle the bulge - I'll expand on that another day), saying we'd just watch the start and get back to what we had to do.

An hour and a half later, we eventually rise, having giggled and squealed and many a why don't they make more like this!

We'd got lost in Disney's latest DVD release of Enchanted, wrapped up in the over the top singing, the amazing costumes and, of course, Patrick Dempsey.

I might not pass my exams at the end of May, but at least I can walk away knowing that someone gets to live happily ever after.

I blame Disney for my expectations on what love really should be like, and how men should treat women and that we should all just sing all the live long day!

I always knew it wasn't my fault that I'm single. It's Dinsey that's made me weird.

But it really was a magical way to spend an afternoon...

... friends don't introduce us to their new boyfriends.

On Saturday, we had our first official meeting with a pal's new boyfriend. Even though we actually already know him, but there's nothing like a bit of official ceremony. While we stood at the bar, the new boyfriend with his back to us, our inner-14-year-olds came out to play. As they often do when vodka is involved.

"Do you think I could take his hand and see if he notices it's me and not her?"
"HAHAHAHA! Oh my God, DO IT!"
"I might grab his bum actually."
"PLEASE DO IT!!!"

"I'm going to ask him what his intentions are with regards to our chum."
"Hahaha... You always say you're going to do that, and you never do."
"Or I might just say to him, 'You break her heart, I'll break your legs'."
The new boyfriend - "What was that, Lindsay?"

Sneaking off to the bar downstairs for secret shots had nothing to do with this behaviour.

This is not dating! I want moonlight, and flowers, and candy, and people trying to feel me up. Nobody is trying to feel me up. Nobody is even looking at me. I'm an intern. Do the two of you have any idea how much effort it takes to do all this? I'm waxed and plucked and I have a clean top on, and the two of you are looking at each other! No, my fantasy is not two men looking at each other. No talking, until one of you figures out how to put on a date. I want heat! I want romance! Dammit, I want to feel like a freaking lady!

Meredith Grey knows exactly what women want.

PS I think I may have to try lose a bit of weight. I'm getting a bit chunky in the middle department. I sometimes dream of the days when I was a 7 stone twiglet with arms and legs like knotted bits of string and my hip bones were out for all to see. I know I was ill and everything, but I did think I was Kate Moss. Now I'm Kate Moss's fat sister. Anyway, if I'm to lose weight, I will also lose my new-found boobs which I'm rather pleased with. It's a dilemma and a half, it really is.