THE Year 11 prom looms. And with it comes the great controversial cloud of teenage relationships; comments fly, people snipe behind each other's backs, and all us 16-yeaolds generally have jolly good fun pretending we're in some emotionally traumatic episode of "Neighbours". Except Ledbury doesn't have Kylie Minogue or anyone interesting enough to gift us half an hour of precious BBC time after Blue Peter.

My own relationship history consists of three mis-matched partnerships, many crushes that came to nothing and a current girlfriend who is wonderful but unfortunately lives in Sheffield. Needless to say, I hardly view myself, or suspect anyone else of viewing me as 007 when it comes to women, (or anything). I'm certainly not what one might call a ladykiller. In fact I don't think ladykillers actually exist, especially not 16 year old ones. Even I, who am quite in touch with my feminine side, find the whole girlfriend thing a touch difficult. It's a minefield. For example, I am on Facebook one day, and I receive a message from the aforementioned girlfriend, telling me to take her "How Well Do You Know Me?" quiz. I want to say I'd rather fight an angry rhino armed only with a table knife, something I consider much less scary, after all, it has only two consequences. The Facebook quiz is a tightrope. What if I get only 15% correct answers? Could that poor a score serve as grounds for not talking to me? Or even dumping me? And what if I go to the other extreme, and get 100% correct? Great, you might say, show's I'm devoted, but what if she takes it the wrong way and thinks I've been over stalk-y in the short amount of time we have been together? As I say, a minefield. Despite my fears though, I bravely step into the arena and take the quiz, thinking 75% would be the ideal score.

I get 50%, which I deem to be respectable. A few of her friends have got higher than me, but I can cope with that, I am content, if a little shaken by the whole ordeal.

She then goes ahead and gets 80% on my "How Well Do You Know Kit?" quiz, rendering my own efforts totally inadequate. I try and tell myself that my questions were easier than hers, and besides it's only a facebook quiz, but there's still a nagging feeling of guilt and doubt.

As I say, not really James Bond when it comes to relationships, so I got rather a shock the other day. An individual who shall remain unnamed singled me out in the canteen at lunch and discreetly and rather awkwardly proposed the idea of me finding a prom date for him, as he was struggling. Quite a shock indeed.

However this unnamed individual was adamant, and I felt obliged to accept his request. Of course I have thus far failed in finding him a date, I spend most of my allotted thinking-about-the-prom time feeling quite chuffed that I have a very nice girlfriend to go with , who, as it turns out, doesn’t care what I get in Facebook quizzes. Hopefully though, I will succeed in finding someone willing to go to the prom with my......client? (He's not paying me!) After all he's a very nice guy. And the truth is, despite my self deprecation, I quite like the idea of being a matchmaker, just as the squabbling over emotional kids like pretending they're in "Neighbours".

I am quite looking forward to the prom. I have a date, I should have found the unnamed individual a date by then, and I have everything sorted apart from that. I think. There is a niggling feeling in the back of my brain telling me I must have done something really stupid like forgetting to buy the tickets. Maybe I'm just still a bit shaken from that quiz....