Soooo...
Three pints of Guinness for me later, (3 Vodka, Soda and Limes for her) and I have absolutely no idea why she invited me. Women are odd.
Just received a text suggesting I wait in the Wetherspoons at Victoria and she will meet me after work - go back on the train together and she will give me a lift home.
Most odd.
Perhaps Miss D can throw some light on the female psyche?