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You can download it here.Born Ruffians
Boys, Boys, Boys.
Boys have been throwing themselves at me this week. I can't decide if it's because I'm no longer looking or whether I'm emitting pheromones galore.
Friday night I met my friend O and a few of his work colleagues for a quick after work drink in the John Snow. The other half of O's directorial duo, B, also joined us. To say he was flirting would be putting it mildly, I don't think anyone has ever been so vocal or upfront about finding me attractive, bearing in mind I've only met him three times previously!
Saturday was spent avoiding the torrential rain at Field Day which inevitably ended in a few of us leaving early. Hats off to those of you that managed to party on through the rain but I couldn't handle the wet. On my way out I bumped into B again who was even more forward. I told him I was going to the pub and he kissed me and said he'd see me later. He finally came and found us in the Jazz Bar. His persistence made me even more of a tease and he left on his own feeling very hard done by.
His departure was quickly followed by the arrival of R, an ex-boyfriend of mine from University, who also made very quick advances. I had to actually beat him off with a stick, no pun intended.
Anyway in spite of a weekend choc full with male attention the only thing that made my stomach lurch was a text this evening from TBC. It's good to know he's thinking about me.
Friday night I met my friend O and a few of his work colleagues for a quick after work drink in the John Snow. The other half of O's directorial duo, B, also joined us. To say he was flirting would be putting it mildly, I don't think anyone has ever been so vocal or upfront about finding me attractive, bearing in mind I've only met him three times previously!
Saturday was spent avoiding the torrential rain at Field Day which inevitably ended in a few of us leaving early. Hats off to those of you that managed to party on through the rain but I couldn't handle the wet. On my way out I bumped into B again who was even more forward. I told him I was going to the pub and he kissed me and said he'd see me later. He finally came and found us in the Jazz Bar. His persistence made me even more of a tease and he left on his own feeling very hard done by.
His departure was quickly followed by the arrival of R, an ex-boyfriend of mine from University, who also made very quick advances. I had to actually beat him off with a stick, no pun intended.
Anyway in spite of a weekend choc full with male attention the only thing that made my stomach lurch was a text this evening from TBC. It's good to know he's thinking about me.
Book Beg
I've just started reading 'What I Loved' by Siri Hustvedt. Only 100 pages in and I'm already in love.
The Brixton Charm(er)
Last Sunday afternoon I pretty much gave up on the chap I’ve been flirting with at work. I declared to I & J as we sunbathed in London Fields that I “honestly didn’t fancy him anymore” and promptly arranged a date with the Irish Producer I’d met on K’s hen do.
One week later and things couldn’t be anymore different.
Two dates. Two different men. One very confused G.
Meeting the Irish Producer was fine. He was sweet but ever so slightly dull. I found myself instigating a lot of the conversation and gesticulating wildly in a vain attempt to wake him up. I’m not sure I’ll see him again, he didn’t make me laugh.
As for work boy, let’s call him The Brixton Charmer – TBC from here on in, he’d been pretty quiet all week apart from a few lame emails and a mid-week work quiz night at which we studiously avoided each other. I’d pretty much given up all hope of anything ever happening again and was preparing to settle for dating the boring Irish Producer.
Which is why it was with great surprise that I found myself having lunch with him on Friday followed by a quick drink after work and a ridiculous text conversation that lasted well into the night and resulted in him asking me to Brixton on Saturday night. Talk about last minute. Luckily for him I only had lunch plans on Saturday.
We arranged to meet, TBC upholding his promise of taking me to dinner as an apology for doing a disappearing act the night we kissed. He met me at the tube station and accompanied by his rather snazzy single-speed bike we walked up Brixton Hill to a gorgeous little Caribbean restaurant, Negril.
We talked and talked. He made me laugh hysterically. He was interesting, charming and lovely. The chemistry was great and I felt a spark linger between us. I don't know what this means. I don't know what this is. All I know is that I'm not ready to jump into anything so I'm looking forward to getting to know him slowly.
One week later and things couldn’t be anymore different.
Two dates. Two different men. One very confused G.
Meeting the Irish Producer was fine. He was sweet but ever so slightly dull. I found myself instigating a lot of the conversation and gesticulating wildly in a vain attempt to wake him up. I’m not sure I’ll see him again, he didn’t make me laugh.
As for work boy, let’s call him The Brixton Charmer – TBC from here on in, he’d been pretty quiet all week apart from a few lame emails and a mid-week work quiz night at which we studiously avoided each other. I’d pretty much given up all hope of anything ever happening again and was preparing to settle for dating the boring Irish Producer.
Which is why it was with great surprise that I found myself having lunch with him on Friday followed by a quick drink after work and a ridiculous text conversation that lasted well into the night and resulted in him asking me to Brixton on Saturday night. Talk about last minute. Luckily for him I only had lunch plans on Saturday.
We arranged to meet, TBC upholding his promise of taking me to dinner as an apology for doing a disappearing act the night we kissed. He met me at the tube station and accompanied by his rather snazzy single-speed bike we walked up Brixton Hill to a gorgeous little Caribbean restaurant, Negril.
We talked and talked. He made me laugh hysterically. He was interesting, charming and lovely. The chemistry was great and I felt a spark linger between us. I don't know what this means. I don't know what this is. All I know is that I'm not ready to jump into anything so I'm looking forward to getting to know him slowly.
Human Race
I’ve signed up for the Nike 10k at the end of August.
My ‘Bridge & Tunnel’ friend, S, asked if I’d do it with her.
It’s going to be the World’s largest running event so I’m quite excited about taking part.
Now I just need to stop smoking/drinking and start running more than twice a week.
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