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the rink again.
    I had had enough. I felt sore and humiliated. There were the beginnings of a blister on my heel and I wanted to go home. Tentatively I made my way to a gap in the hard boards round the edge of the rink. Finding a gap, then a seat was almost as fulfilling as that first sip of cold wine when you’ve had a bad day at work.
    I thought I’d get back into my own boots, go to the loo and repair any damage to my make-up and then hopefully bond a bit more with daredevil Steve. When I got to the toilets, however, I realised why the teenagers had been smirking. I had the letter ‘a’ imprinted like a brand right across my face. How could Steve have let me carry on with that on my face!
    And how could he speed off and leave me when I had just had such a terrible fall? There hadn’t even been time to do my sneeze test on him.
    Aries man was obviously not for me.
    Limping slightly, I hobbled out of the ice rink and headed straight for home.
    Christopher Starr phoned the next day, concerned that I’d left my date without a word. I did actually feel quite guilty, as Steve was lovely, but a bit too boisterous for my liking. Life would certainly never be dull with an Aries man,that was for sure. Maybe I was being too picky; maybe I should give him another chance? But he wasn’t my perfect date and I now had the opportunity to meet other men, so the decision was made that I would go out with Neil.
    I was to meet Taurean Neil for dinner in Henry’s Wine Bar on Cecil Street at 7.30 next Friday. Christopher informed me that my second date would be waiting at the bar for me.

– Four –
    Capricorn: Nobody said your job was easy. Humour is important to get you through the challenges that today will throw at you.
    The fitness instructor, aka ‘Sex God’ to me or just ‘Guy’ to his other clients, was due to call at my house at 11.30 on Saturday morning. He had sounded delicious on the phone. I was annoyed at myself for thinking this. Why did I have to look at every man as a prospective husband? This meeting with Guy wasn’t a date, however it was my last-ditch attempt at gaining the body beautiful. I had this fear that because I had been lucky with the ageing process so far; I would hit forty and everything would suddenly sag, wrinkle and wither.
    At the sound of the doorbell I checked my face in the mirror and casually opened the front door.
    ‘Amy?’
    ‘Hi, yes – that’s me, you must be Guy. Come in, come in, sit down’ I said frantically, doing my blurting thing.
    Oh yes! Guy Jamieson was indeed a sex god! He was around 6 foot tall, with dark hair, beautiful blue eyes and obviously the fittest body I had seen for quite some time.
    In his casual tracksuit bottoms and crisp white polo shirt he looked like something out of an advert from a health and fitness magazine.
    I know this isn’t a date, but please let him be a Scorpio, I thought wistfully. With my Piscean rose-coloured glasses firmly in place I was off in a world of make believe. I would wake up every day to this gorgeous being. He would feed me Special K and grapes. I would be fit. I would be happy.
    My sexy celestial dream suddenly collapsed into cellulite reality by Guy saying.
    ‘Right, let’s get down to business then.’
    If bloody only! I thought.
    Seating himself on the sofa, he opened up the briefcase-type thing he was carrying and pulled out a blood-pressure machine and something that can only be described as callipers. The sight of them induced yet another classical blurt.
    ‘Well really I thought it quite extravagant to have a personal trainer but I was thinking that I was getting a bit fat and I have no self-discipline and basically I don’t care if you get me fit, although don’t get me wrong that would be nice but to be honest I just want to look like a babe by my birthday, well in fact I’d like to lose a stone by my birthday.... By the way, when’s your birthday?’ Guy was smiling, ‘Your birthday is when exactly,