On Friday night I was out with some people from work and over copius amounts of wine we got onto the subject of who has shagged who in the office (well, not in the office… that would be weird… but you know what I mean). TDL’s name was mentioned and OF COURSE my ears pricked up. He’d dated someone in the office a few years back but that didn’t bother me too much until…
‘But you know, it’s totally fine between the two of them now because she’s engaged and he’s got a steady girlfriend’
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
End of the world. Kill me now. Life is not worth living.
So last Bank Holiday I spent a bit of the weekend moping, a bit of the weekend running around London dressed as a Nun in the rain (don’t ask) and the rest of it on the sofa unable to move. Lesson learned: Ritzi does not run. Even for charity.
Back at work on Tuesday, three days after that fateful conversation (not to mention what could actually have been construed as a flirtatious text message that I sent while hammered… which received no response) and in the first hour I cross his path and…
…bugger all.
WTF? Seriously? I’ve spent the last few years hopelessly falling head over heels for the wrong men, and after a couple of no-strings-attached shags I’m untouchable? Bloody brilliant!
And it’s not just that I’m over it… I mean, I still fancy this guy and if he dumped his lady and asked me out I’d be a fool not to accept on account of his tall dark and loveliness, but the fact of the matter is I thought to myself; ‘Well Ritzi, he’s just not that into you’ and instead of spiralling into despair and gorging on chocolate brownie icecream, I thought ‘fair enough!’
This is a splendid turning point – however it did make me remember how long it’s been since I had a good tumble. Career has been my focus again for a while – quite rightly so – but that’s going pretty well so I think now might be the time for a good shag.
Til next time!
RitziCx
