A handy tool...

I am home alone...with five boys...Pretty Woman on the DVD and a bag of peanut M&M's...is this my future? If only the five boys were over eighteen I'd be onto a winner, eh?

Pootle is on a date tonight hence the extra hobbits.

We have done tents and a barbecue, whacked up the music and had almost a mini festival in the garden. Had to be done on an evening such as this...it almost feels like the start of summer.

We have motivated Pootle...she is looking hot tonight, and in the words of Pretty Woman she is working it tonight. Nevertheless, she is nervous.
"You know in the future, there will be a crystal ball app on our mobiles...that will be able to tell you whether the potential date is going to be an arsehole." She says to me whilst pacing nervously in my kitchen. "You'll only have to enter certain information and you'll get pie charts on potential, aptitude..." She looks at me with a wink, "credentials."
"Percentages on the likelihood of him being a complete pillock." I suggest.
"A little mood-o-meter that tells you when is the right time to call him."
"And a vote predictor that tells you if when you finally fall in love with him, if he is gonna piss off and leave you."

"That would be so much easier," I agree..."if we had one of them, we would know by 9pm whether there was any point in continuing with the date."
"Save money, time and emotions." She says.

A potential date app...there must be someone out there who could create such a thing? Think of how useful that could be?
A very handy tool that at a touch of a few buttons on your phone, you would know whether he was even worth shaving your legs for...or wearing the best underwear for.

However I suppose until someone invents something like that, we will have to do it the old fashioned way...and bluff our way through the nerves and burn through the pain...