An Interesting Two Months

been a while since I last posted some mundane gossip from my extra-ordinary little life.

I'd like to pretend that my fan base has been hounding me for updates - but I haven't given my Mum the address of this blog, so for the time begin my fan base remains... well... non existent.

but that hasn't stopped me crapping on before and it ain't gonna stop me now!

So to follow on from my last post, me and the adorable-balding-workmate have become fast friends - hanging out at lunch with our normal crew but often falling into cosy funny conversation, and exchanging stupid banter via email whenever bored. He and the other boys were invited out to school disco with me and the girls, and he managed to fit in a few other parties that night and turn up late. We'd had cocktails at mine beforehand so I was massively high-on-my-own-supply by the time I got there. Drunkety drunk drunk. For me the whole night passed in a whirl of dancing, giggles, and posing for photos that I was later mortified to discover on my camera. According to a couple of girls, adorable-balding-workmate never left my side. We were dancing together and someone thought they saw us kiss. Cue darling-friend-and-flatmate hurtling over my way and all but crash-tackling me to the floor. I was dragged away on the none-to-subtle pretense of "I reeeally need to talk to you". I remember that bit. She then asked if we kissed and I assured her we hadn't and continued merrily twirling my way round the dance floor. Sometime later on in the night he did try to kiss me... or something to that effect, I've forgotten the detail, but I remember telling him we had to step outside and have a talk. So I told him I didn't screw the crew, he was a mate, and it just wasn't right. He accused me of leading him on.

[short note - I have a strange, unjustified, pathological fear of ever doing this to any bloke so it was odd to be accused of it.]

I told him I'd suspected he fancied me, and I was flattered cos I thought he was great, but all I had was a suspicion, hardly enough to go and talk to him about it. I asked what I should've done - really, was my only alternative to not be his friend?

and... oddest thing of all... I had a teary. I am not usually an emotional drunk. Aggressive - yes, tearful, no. I guess he got lucky in that respect.

At least it made him feel bad - which he deserved after wrongly accusing me of leading him on. And I jumped in a black cab and that was the end of the night. Come Monday morning there was an email from him with just one word

"friends?"

I replied "of course" and things have been cool ever since. phew.

one other big thing though... whilst explaining why I couldn't date him, was also the fact that - set your faces to stun - I have being seeing someone. Yup, the same boy. regularly. Two months now. He's the first guy I've had 5 or more dates with in the last year... a terrible statistic to admit! He is only a month away from becoming the 3rd guy in my life to break the 3 month mark (the other two having lasted 4 and 2 years, which is also my excuse for not having dated much, although it becomes less relevant as I get older)

more on him later...