Most of us have secret and shameful addictions. They might be as socially unacceptable as smoking or as physically harmful as a dependency on Class A drugs. Personally, I have never smoked and my drug use is limited to the odd Ibuprofen to ease the effects of a Friday night out.

My addiction is far worse ? and so dangerous it can change your life in a few short seconds. I am addicted to drunk dialling. If there is one thing I wish I had the ability to control, it would without a doubt be my incessant need to talk to EVERYONE when I?m drunk.

I?m not alone here either, based on the habits of others, I would say that this is an addiction suffered by most women. I went out at the weekend.

Not on a regular drink-too many-and-stumble-home type of evening, but on what turned into one of those totally insane nights where at 1am the shutters come down and before you can say ?mine?s a double ? you are playing strip pool and drinking tequila off the chest of some poor tourist who stumbled naively into the bar a few hours earlier.

While the lethal combination of vodka, wine and tequila (whiskey, gin, baileys etc.) should have knocked me unconscious, it instead ade me even chattier ? or should I say louder ? than usual. And then my phone beeped. It was a text from Mr Kansas, who was on business in New York and was quite innocently saying hello.

In my inebriated state I decided I had to talk to him. Worse still, I actually thought this was a good idea. I knew I was drunk, could barely stand (although could still manage to dance perfectly well ? how is it that?s always possible?) and was well aware that I was slurring, but still I was sure he would find me funny and endearing.

After all, we were in a bar when we first met and he liked me then. Long story short, I gave him a call. I would love to say I know what I said but it?s all a bit of a haze. This is probably a good thing, because the one thing I do recall is a cringe worthy moment where I jokingly told him off for giving mixed signals? at least, I hope I did it jokingly.

His response: surely contacting me constantly when he was abroad on business was not a mixed signal? Followed by an invitation to join him in Singapore. So is drunk dialling a good idea? Although it would seem so, I have not heard a thing from him since.

Is he just busy or did I give too much away by appearing too interested? I?m currently being stubborn and resisting the urge to contact him first, but I know it?s only a matter of time before I do. Hopefully I will have the sense to do it sober next time.

My advice to any women out there who suffer the same drunk dialling affliction comes straight from a (male) consultant on the Sex and the City TV show. ?Men don?t forget how much they like you. So put down the phone.? It would seem that the opposite sex does occasionally know what it is talking about.

Kiss kiss, Miss Manolo