Alarm bells on a Friday...
I thought I had a nice team to manage, was even telling some visitors this morning how I enjoy coming into work every day because everyone is so friendly, but of course I spoke too soon. This afternoon I've had to speak to 3 members of staff about various things (a 60 year old Asian lady in my team called another member of staff a 'stupid bitch.' Lovely!)
Bring on home time!
Things are going well in my life at the moment, at least I think they are. I'm smitten with my man and go all ridiculously weak at the knees when I see him looking at me. It's his birthday next week...I've bought him a football top for his team. I'm told he'll love me forever when he sees it. Good oh!
However, there's a little cloud on the horizon in the form of one of his housemates in that I have the sneaky suspicion that the guy likes me. I was at a house party last Friday (or Saturday morning between the hours of 3 and 7am...I can't remember when) in their house. Everyone was decidedly off it or out of it, or whatever you care to call it, and I remember that I was sitting on the floor leaning back against the sofa, my head lolling, my eyes shut. Christ, what a sight that must have been!! I don't remember sitting down there, and I don't remember there being anyone behind me, but I was suddenly aware of a pair of knees on either side of my shoulders...ie. I was leaning back in between someone's legs, and that someone turned out to be blokey's housemate.
I don't remember much of the conversation. In fact, I was probably not capable of stringing enough words together to make a sentence, but one thing I do remember. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the side and back of my neck several times (and eep, an email just flashed up on my screen from him - we've been emailing a fair bit this week about various things). It was very bizarre! I was too off it to care what was going on, and we were under the influence of a couple of substances which I won't go into, but still, it's not the sort of thing you do to your best mate's girlfriend is it.
I think he fancies me. It's not just that incident, it's other little things that he says and does. I remember sitting in a club next to him about a month or so ago. We'd had a few drinks. He was sitting next to me, and he suddenly leaned in and said that I looked very sexy with my hair down and falling about my face. Alarm bells ringing!! He's decidedly good looking too which isn't the best. A little part of me feels very flattered to think that he might find me attractive. Must put these very dangerous ideas out of my head. It's all since Friday! Why must these things happen?!
I shouldn't be emailing him should I. But it's to organise a surprise party for my blokey. But still...!
Then again, I shouldn't be doing this in work time either, but fuck it, I'm the boss!
6.7.07 15:38
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