Maybe I was a little cheeky on the opening of the last blog but complaining about the word orgasm… Really? On a lighter note I am loving the sharing and I have found out that a lot of people take secret pleasure in laughing at their own jokes. The thing is if you can’t laugh at your own jokes then why should other people laugh? The way I look at it is practice. Laughing at your own jokes is practice for proper brilliant story delivery. Admittedly the fact that I can’t always share the full humorous story because I am laughing so hard that I can’t breathe is not the point… The point is laughter is infectious and we need more of this in the world. When people are ill they get disease. When people laugh they re-ease. Those little cells in the body jump about in party time and have a feel good gathering. Happy cells make happy bodies and we need more of that!
Oh woooops! It happened again… I deviated. So, please be warned the dating discussion delve into disaster as we continue. Please share with those people who you feel could benefit from knowing that other people have had far worse dates than them… Also share with those who have had the ultimately rubbish dates… In fact share with the world. We have all been there unless we are very lucky and randomly collided with our perfect partner randomly without trying. If that is you – wow!
I understand what you are saying but it is technically prostitution in that you compromise yourself in exchange for a commodity. I understand that people have different talents, yet maybe she has some unrealised talent which she could contribute to the world rather than sexually service an old chap in leopard skin budgie smugglers. I don’t know her full story and it is not for me to judge. In truth I was more horrified by his intestinal jet propulsion through the swimming pool.
Oh it seems that the naughty boys really have missed me. They have not tried to annoy me once and Abdi actually smiled and patted me like a dog. He said ‘welcome back, I have missed my wing-woman and I even have saved you a bounty chocolate from the Christmas celebrations chocolates. It is the only flavour I don’t like so I saved it for you.’
Imagine Abdi actually shared something with me… Astounding! He is also the only person I have seen lose weight over Christmas. Something is going on. He has a look in his eye which suggests ‘naughty and determined.’ That combination of traits is something I have not seen in him before. I sense danger, predatory sausage and a couple of new women in the office. It seems the office hotty has competition. Not only has Boobilicious Beth been trumped because there is a new oriental woman who is stunning. Across the way there is a pristine blonde with a slow motion hair-flick and one of those white shirts that reveals the details of her lace bra. She keeps photo-copying with the lid up so that the light reveals all the more. I wondered why Abdi and Greg have moved closer to the photocopier. They are as transparent as her blouse!
You know what Eva? This is suspect, Abdi has a new suit, more deodorant than ever and a new pair of shoes. I went for a walk to the coffee machine with Gary, we have both noticed the shift in him. There is an underlying smoothness developing. Gary is going to wind him up about it. Since Gary works with coding, he is going to set up an anonymous email account and say that he has been watching Abdi and notices he has changed his suit. He is going to say the powers that be have noticed his newly found self-confidence. Oh this will be fun.
HAVE A LISTEN TO HELEN LLOYD WHO PRODUCED LOVE HUNT ON AUDIO. SHE IS BRILLIANT!