Remember the day Maxie came back to London for a flying visit and used her baaaaad influence to make me do THIS?
Turns out… said influence was not so bad after all.
So, it’s mid afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk and all of a sudden I hear the faint ‘pop’ of a facebook im. I investigate, and it’s The Jockey.
You remember – the one I sent a supremely inappropriate message to, requesting sex, mere days after meeting him. The one who subsequently ignored said message, after which I seriously considered joining Maxie in France.
Turns out, at the time of said message, his ‘ex’ (no gender given, am still not convinced this guy doesn’t like to dabble) was still living with him and things were ‘awkward’. Apparently things are not so awkward any more, since his next line was;
“So, I’d definitely like to fuck you sometime.”
Straight to the point, that’s what we like!
What follows is a series of rather interesting messages, which get a little too x-rated for the office computer, so I send him my number and a few seconds later he says…
“I hope that was the right number…”
Oh yes, naughty photos. Naughty photos in the middle of the day. To which he demands one in return.
Can I really get away with nipping to the loo and sending him a photo? With a conference call in ten minutes and the impending doom of deadlines?
Answer: of course I can. He DARED me, after all. Ritzi Cortez does not turn down a dare.
The texting has continued thoughout the day and into the evening, and I must say, the last one certainly contained a trace of cock. Merry flipping Christmas! I am now positively DESPERATE to shag this fellow, but try as I may, I just can’t seem to rearrange my pre-Christmas schedule enough to squeeze him in (no jokes please).
Ah well, whatever the resolutions, looks like 2011′s going to start with a bang.