Owner of a lonely heart

I wouldn't ever say that I am lonely, but there are some times when I feel like there might be more to life than men, friends, drinks, parties and bars.

I guess you could sometimes say I feel like I'm the owner of an empty heart.

I've had a lot of empty nights here. Many of them were temporarily filling--like a chocolate bar--but they always left me feeling empty again the next morning and wanting more.

Top nights I've had since I moved here:

Getting drunk in the Leverkusen football clubhouse, throwing an apple core in the river Rhine, staying out until 4am in a bar in Cologne and smoking a pack of cigarettes that I lit with the candle on the table

Getting food poisoned by my old landlady, trying to get home on a tube that stops at 12:30 in Hammersmith, getting on a wrong series of buses with an artist from Greenwich, taking a £40 cab with him from West Ealing to Hackney where I went with him to a warehouse party that I left at 4:30am in quest to get back to my home in NW London, which I didn't see until 8am that morning

Randomly getting invited to the crew's premiere of Casino Royale and listening to random applause from the sound crew after every loud boom

My best date was in a pub when the guy ripped up a sheet of paper in six bits and gave three bits to me and three bits to himself. He then said: "Write on each piece something that you would like to do tonight." "Well, give me an example," I said. "It could be anything, like going on the Eurostar to Paris," he said. "Ok," I thought. I wrote my three ideas, one of them being Paris, and he wrote his. We then rolled up the pieces into 6 balls, and mixed them up in a pile on the table. We asked the couple next to us to choose one of them. They did, and it ended up being Eurostar to Paris! However, at that point it was too late to get a train and neither of us had our passports, so bummer! Still, we chose the next idea, and it was my date's. The idea: Go back to his place. (Something tells me that was written on all of the pieces.) Anyway, we did go back to his place, and his bedroom, and, well, needless to say it was a great night.

Going out to Wax Bar with my friend and getting invited to a party for surgeons from UCLH

Visiting my gay friend filmmaker in Walthamstow and realising he is not just any old filmmaker, he is a gay porn director!

Meeting a guy back on the train from Birmingham and afterwards having a drink that led to an all-night flirt-athon

Snogging a police officer in Covent Garden before going into a 3am club with my American mate, who let me sleep on his sofa in his flat that was once a stable in Russell Square

Literally bumping into Jude Law in my corner store

Going Thursday night bar hopping on Upper Street with my old high school friend that I hadn't seen in 6 years

Having an after work drink with colleagues and then getting in a cab and going to my boss' house (and bedroom)

How did I get here?

It's a worthwhile question to ask yourself once and a while. Especially if you're a 23 girl living in a city of 8.5 million strangers.

I moved here really on a whim. I guess you could say I was bored working for a small town newspaper in the middle of New Jersey, and I thought I could do something better with my life. Or at least I thought I could write about something more exciting than dog shows and fourth grade poetry contests.

So here I am in London. I'm a technology reporter for a magazine in SoHo. It's pretty great actually, but I often forget to pinch myself to make sure it's real.

My plane landed in Birmingham aiport exactly 250 days and 26 minutes ago. It's amazing how time flies by.

So who am I? Well, without telling you my name, I'll tell you what I'm like. I'm 23. I studied English literature at university. I'm an only child. I'm a Leo--a total attention seeker.

My mother is Irish born/British bred, and my dad is full-blooded American. They met in 60s Australia while my dad was on R&R from the Vietnam War.

I own a Versace dress, and I love clothes, but I'm progressively putting on weight so shopping is becoming a little depressing recently.

I date a lot of men. Since I've been here I've dated a banker/rock star, a weightlifter, my boss, a scientist, a fellow technology journalist, a UN guy who speaks 7 languages, an eccentric British PR firm owner and a slow-witted jock.

I'm very liberal. I am a registered Democrat in the US, and I belong to an organisation over here called Democrats Abroad. We meet up every month to discuss politics, and I usually have a lot to say. Expect to hear more.

I speak un poco Spanish, and I'd like to become better with French. This is partly the reason I am still seeing 7 languages guy. I met him at one of my language club meetings one night. There are usually funny stories from there, so watch this space.

I love to ski, and I belong to the Ski Club of Great Britain. We have a members end of year party coming up, so stay tuned to see what happens.

I love to drink. Possibly too much. I drink just about every night. Usually its lager. I like Sam Smith's stuff, but usually you'll see me with a pint of Kronenbourg, Stella or Star. Men are amazed by my capacity. I also enjoy white wine, and kicking back and watching TV with a can of Grolsch.

I consider myself a girly girl, but I've always liked sports. My first love was baseball, but now my attentions have fully focused on football. I support Aston Villa (for family reasons) but I'd still like to find a London team.

I'd like to think I am well educated. I went to a NorthEastern university and studied English with a concentration in journalism. I was pretty popular, I would say. I used to write for the school newspaper. I was a goody goody student, and I still keep in touch with my professors. I unfortunately lost touch with a lot of my friends, however, because I wasted my time with my uni boyfriend, B--, for four years. He's a stockbrocker now in New York. He hates his job. I couldn't stand the complaining, and I broke up with him. He doesn't even know that I'm in London I don't think.

My weeks here are pretty fun filled. I hang out a lot with my friend A--. We go out to restaurants and bars and meet cute guys. Last Thursday we went to Wax Bar, and got invited to join a doctor's party for surgeons from UCLH. Whoa. Lots of lovely looking men. I actually came away with two surgeons phone numbers. Great fun.

I hang out a lot at a pub on Kingly Street with my boss. We pretty much drink there every night. Some nights I go home with him, some night I don't. We have a pretty strange relationship.

I go to one of my Spanish language get togethers once every other week at a bar near Great Tichfield Street. Sometimes I'll meet the 7 languages guy before hand for a drink.

Sometimes I hang out with my old high school friend A---, who is attending grad school at LSE. She's writing a doctorate on the tabloid press here. Talk about easy reading.

I also hang out with my colleague B-- once and a while. She has no idea about me and the boss and I could never tell her. Instead her I tell her about all the other men in my life while we sip beers at swanky little bars like Mash on Great Poland Street.

I still meet up with 'the scientist' once an a while for a platonic drink. He's a great conversationalist, but I know I am breaking his heart when I tell him I just want to be friends.

Also, I have my expat political friends who I meet up with at informal/formal Democrats Abroad meetings. We had one informal get-together up in Walthamstow last week at the Nags Head pub. Great little pub, with a nice little garden in the back. I met up with K, her German husband, J, a guy who I thought was gay but isn't, my gay friend G and his partner S. Incidentally, G is a gay porn director. Fantastic.

Occassionally (and especially on holidays) I go up to visit my family in Birmingham. Basically everyone apart from my Mum and Dad live there. I have plenty of stories to tell from there, trust me.

So that's it. That's me. Take it or leave it.