Not much to say, too red faced. Club in Central London, out with mates. Vodka and tonics followed by trays of shots. Spent last 2 hours in club dancing with tall guy, Pete, back to his and.......Following morning made both of us a quick coffee then swiftly left. Spare knickers on, but these messy, tangled little beauties I stuffed in my handbag. Was going to chuck them but needed a reminder of my slut behaviour as I spent the afternoon in baggy t shirt, sipping wine and looking at a tiny pair of black knickers coated in everything a man or woman can produce from their bodies. Hate myself.