For way less than the price that it costs for my next rendez-vous in London with my chum Aril from Gnat Bottomed Towers I've booked a flight for an exciting minibreak in October. Not alone this time, or with a teenager in tow but with.... a man. Now before you get all excited let me say that it's only Mr Metrosexual and not some previously undisclosed beau . Since he retired he's been twiddling his thumbs. He's on his own a lot in the daytime while Ruff Stu runs his increasingly successful hairdressing salon. So we've been talking about a little holiday together for some time. The momentum has increased following the success of my bargain break to Malta and Portugal.
I've told Mr Metrosexual that he must camp it up and make it absolutely clear that he is my gay bestie rather than my partner. Pink sequinned hotpants perhaps?. Rather than trawling those dating websites again I've asked the universe to manifest me a boyfriend. If he turns up in the wine capital of the world I want it to be abundantly plain that the normally staid looking Mr Metrosexual and I are not an item. We've been mistaken for a couple too many times before and I don't want to take chances.
We decided that we wanted to go somewhere that neither of us had been before and so I trawled Skyscanner for suitable destinations. Porto, our first choice is out. It's number one on Ruff Stu's wishlist and he got stroppy when we suggested that we might be off there without him. So Bordeaux it is. The Lonely Planet website describes it as one of France's most exciting, vibrant and dynamic cities. It looks amazing. There's contemporary art, river trips and of course all that lovely vintage slurp! I'll share the details of our chi-chi apartment later down the line once I've found one on AirBnB.