Queen of the slipstream

I’m back!  Camping was as brilliant as always.  Weather wasn’t too awful, although it’s the first time I’ve pitched a tent in sea fog.  There were 10 of us adults and three kids.  We did a bit of walking, a fair amount of drinking and lots of talking nonsense.  It was really relaxing, and always great to spend time with lots of my favourite people in a gorgeous place and have time time off work.

So that meant I only went to work for two days this week – Thursday and Friday – although they were both ridiculously long days. I had wondered if anything else would be missing from my desk, or whether my stolen pencil sharpener may have found its way home in my absence.  However nothing had changed.  CSG had been in the office at the end of last week while I was on leave, but was off himself for the week just gone.

I was so busy catching up with emails and going to meetings that I wouldn’t have had much time for him anyway, but I did miss our little daily chats.  I hadn’t heard from him since Thursday last week, and he doesn’t usually contact me much outside of the office.  So when my phone pinged on Friday lunchtime I was quite surprised that it was him messaging me.

Hello, he says.  How was your week without harassment from me? Clearly he wants me to miss him. Sweet.  We had a bit of a chat about what he’d been up to – he’d done a bit of the Shaun the Sheep trail and had found the one near Buckingham Palace that’s dressed in a crown and cape. I quipped that Shaun ought to know that I’m queen.  In answer he sent me this:

queen

saying he thought it was apt. I was quite touched.

I mentioned my princess role model, if I had to choose, would be Princess Leia from Star Wars as she’s pretty feisty.  He then sent me a picture of a somewhat drunk looking Leia.

Cheeky git.  He later backtracked and said I was a lush not a drunk. And at 5pm he sent me a picture of glass of wine as it was “wine o’clock”.  Only one glass though, not one for each of us.  Such a charmer….

It was good to hear from him regardless; I guess it shows he does think about me outside of work.  Let’s see what happens on Monday!

You little thief 

I knew this day would come. CSG has swiped my beloved bleistiftspitzmaschine, the swine.  That’s a pencil sharpener in case you’re new to the blog [follow the link if you want to see a picture].  It’s a particularly lovely 1970s mechanical one that I rescued.  It sits on my desk and makes me smile when it catches my eye. 

He appeared this morning and I knew he’d been up to something. He commented on how tidy my desk was and then walked off smirking. I then realised it had been nabbed. I shall have to come up with something to get him back.  Suggestions gratefully received!

I’m not in the office now for a week [I’m off to the seaside for a spot of camping] so will have to ponder on it. Mind you, they do say revenge is a dish best served cold!

Bridge over troubled water

So Sunday evenIMG_3157ing trundles around again after another great weekend.

Saturday didn’t quite pan out as planned during the day, but in the evening I went up to the Southbank in London to celebrate a friend’s 50th birthday.  He’s also got a new flat and so it was a flat-warming too.  The photo is of the view from his lounge window – not bad seeing the Thames, St Paul’s and the Millennium Bridge.  The Globe Theatre is just along out of sight.

Twelve of us all descended upon his new pad – we kept the concierge busy – and then all clamoured for the guided tour before going out for dinner.  It was lovely to catch up with a group of friends I hadn’t seen in a while [and also have a nose around a stupidly expensive apartment]. The group is mainly couples with only me and two of the guys still being single – they are both lovely and great company, but sadly we don’t see each other as anything other than friends.  One of the girls there – who I hadn’t seen for a few years – is studying for a degree at the moment and was interrogating the three of us about our dating experiences, which got a little uncomfortable at times.

On Friday I removed my profile from the subscription dating site as my membership had run out and I’m not prepared to pay again.  I haven’t really had much success with it so far this year, so am taking a break.  It’s not that I’m expecting things with CSG to turn into anything, but just want a bit of space from having to sell myself to strangers on-line, many of whom seem to have a very flexible relationship with the truth.

Next weekend I’m going camping for the first time this year; a group of 10 of us (plus 3 kids) are off to Devon for a long weekend and I’m really looking forward to it.  I spent a lot of today getting my camping gear out of the loft and making lists of what I need to take and buy.   As usual the majority are couples, with only me and one of the guys being single.  He’s one of the nicest guys you could ever meet – and really looks out for me when we’re all out as we are often thrown together being the singletons.  But again, we don’t see each other as anything more than friends [story of my life!].  I think we’ve known each other too long, and know far too much about each other’s history for there ever to be any mystery.  I know several girls in the group think it would be good if we got together, as it would tidy up us “loose ends”, but it’s highly unlikely.

And CSG… well, I’m starting to question just what he’s up to.  He mentioned on Wednesday evening when he texted me that he would “slide by” the next day to sort out a date for us to have a drink.  I didn’t see or hear from him at all that day, and on Friday although he appeared a few times, there was no mention of drinks or dates.  He was keen to show me his new Ted Baker tie though.  He asked me what I was doing over the weekend; told him my plans for Saturday and that on Sunday I’d just be chilling out at home.  He said he wasn’t doing anything at all, other than looking after his neighbour’s cat.  I thought he’d suggest we got together, but no.

On Saturday during the day I had been planning to go to my university annual reunion.  It would have meant driving through where he lives to get there.  We were talking about that on Friday, and it turns out he used to live on the same road as my uni, which was a bit random.  We had a text exchange that evening – and I had a bit of dig about the lack of date arranging, which he ignored, but he did tell me to wave as I drove past his place in the morning, and gave a street name.  I know the part of London he lives in pretty well, and the street he mentioned isn’t where he’s said previously that he lives.  It’s not a million miles away from it but is in a less desirable area than where he’s said before his flat is.  Not sure what that’s all about, but I’m rapidly losing patience.  Also the job he’s after closes tonight, so it will be interesting to see whether he keeps up his desk-visiting schedule.  I know I’m cynical and I over-analyse but I don’t want to find out I’ve been played.  Hmmm.  Time will tell.

Wednesday morning, 3am

CSG has upped his game again over the last few days.  I get daily visits to update me on the state of his phalanges – swelling is reducing and movement is returning for anyone who’s interested!

Thursday last week was the general election and my day was crazy, with very little time for anything but work.  Friday was somewhat less frenetic, and so I actually got some time for a lunch break, which is something of a novelty at the moment.  I work above a library, and really like books, so decided to have a nose around over lunch.

I was heading back out when suddenly CSG appeared and clearly wanted a chat.  He was calling me a “library geek” – such a charmer – and had already tried to call me on my mobile to tell me that as well.  I have my phone on silent at work, so hadn’t noticed him calling.  I’m not entirely sure how he knew I was browsing the shelves though.

We had a chat about nothing much in particular – and I was looking at the badges that attach by velcro to his army-issue camouflage jacket, and resisting the urge to pull them off.  One is his blood-type and the other said “NKA”  which wasn’t an acronym I was familiar with.  He wouldn’t tell me what it stood for and said I’d earn points by getting it right – or finding something suitably entertaining to fit.

I spent a short time that afternoon sending suggestions for it, before confirming I’d worked out it meant “no known allergies”.  I scored 10 points for my suggestions, but then he deducted 12 for my being a “smart arse” and getting it right.  Not that he’s competitive or anything….

Not much weekend contact, but this week so far I’ve had several visits each day.  Apart from phalange updates, he’s also been venting his frustrations about parts of his role, which can be a tad awkward for me as  I know more about some of the things that are impacting on him than I can admit.  He’s also was keen to tell me that he’d bought a new tie.  I haven’t spotted it yet – I think he’s worked out I prefer to see him suited up though!

I also realised today that he’s pinched something else off my desk. Let’s see if he’s a bit more creative this time after the slight disappointment of the spoon-gate denouement.  He also muttered about arranging a drink – the job he’s applying for closes on Sunday so that may have something to do with it.   I shall let you know!

A different corner

After an excellent Saturday evening and night away for a friend’s birthday and anniversary night out, I had another first date on Sunday evening.  This was with a chap I’d met on the free dating site I was on last year.  He’d contacted me in the autumn and we’d chatted online, and on the phone, and had agreed to meet. However it just didn’t happen then.

He randomly got in touch last week and suggested we meet up.  We agreed to meet on Sunday for a drink in the evening at Lakeside’s boardwalk – it’s a restaurant/bar complex attached to a large out-of-town shopping centre, so there’s lots of places to choose from.

I knew he was a bit younger than me – about the same age as CSG it turns out – lives in Essex and works in banking in the city.   He turned up, and on time, which was a good start.  He wasn’t particularly smartly dressed, but his clothes were all Hollister and the like so he clearly takes an interest in what he wears.  He was wearing a camouflage jacket (by Hollister) which was a bit strange as CSG wears one all the time.  His is from when he was in the army, rather than a “fashion” one, but a bit unnerving all the same.

Banker boy was very sweet – and clearly a bit nervous – but there definitely wasn’t any spark from my perspective.  He wasn’t very decisive, and I kept having to decide which place we were going to go to, where to sit, if we were eating or just having a drink etc.  It grated after a while.

Although the conversation wasn’t too stilted, it was a bit of an effort at times.  The age gap with him really showed I felt, and we just really didn’t have all that much in common; he was really dismissive about my job, which didn’t help his case!  He also lives at home, having moved back with his parents after breaking up with his last serious girlfriend.  I did know that prior to meeting, but hadn’t realised how long he’d been there – and that he’s not in any hurry to move back out.

I made my excuses after 90 minutes and left (it seemed much longer!).  Not a good indicator of a successful date.  He got in touch on Monday to suggest meeting again, but I tactfully declined.  Oh well. No harm in trying; you never know what’s around that corner.

Saturday night’s all right

Realised I hadn’t posted for a while so thought I’d better rectify that.  Last weekend a chap I met about 5 years ago, and dated for a little while, got in touch.  I have heard from him once or twice a year via Facebook since we were together, but hadn’t seen him for two or three years.  It didn’t work out with us because he didn’t like the distance – he lives about 35 miles away – and I found he was a bit too negative for me at the time.  He had a few unresolved issues relating from his marriage break up (a year or so before we first met) and had moved out of the family home to stay with his father.  All in all, it just wasn’t the right time for us.

He’s a nice chap and good company so I’m always happy to chat when he appears on on messenger.  Historically I have been a little suspicious of his intentions and have had the feeling that he thinks of me a booty-call/friend-with-benefits.  When challenged on that he tends to disappear for a few months.   He normally talks a good date, so when he messaged me last Sunday I was just expecting his usual flirtations, talk of meeting up, and then nothing.   However he offered to pick me up that evening and take me out for a drink.  As I had nothing else planned – and I didn’t have to drive – I was more than happy to agree.

He’s always liked a flash car, but when he turned up in his Jaguar XK I was quite impressed (shallow, moi?).  We went out to a pub in the country and had a couple of drinks and a catch up.  He seemed a lot more upbeat and positive, which was really good to see, and we had a really easy conversation.  He’s an inveterate flirt, and a bit bitchy, so we get on well.  He dropped me home and came in for a while so we cuddled up on the sofa to watch a bit of TV before he headed home.  I did give him a good night kiss, though.

I heard from him a couple of times during the week (he had a week off work) and then he invited himself over on Saturday evening.  He turned up with a lovely bottle of wine, and charmed the cat (quite an achievement; last time I had a date over the cat sat and hissed at him all evening and I never saw him again).  Turns out he was hoping for a little more than a kiss and cuddle on the sofa, so I’m not expecting to see him again anytime soon.  My suspicions were right, it would seem.

Since spoon-gate CSG has reverted to paying me his usual ninja-style attentions.  Today he stopped by a couple of times to talk about the weekend and then other issues he’s got with work. I like that he trusts me enough to do that.  He does keep threatening to remove the wheels from my office chair though – but his plans have been thwarted as there are always people near my desk (one of the benefits of running a 24/7 service).  Not sure what that is all about! More attention seeking, perhaps.

One of my managers is leaving next week and he’s having his leaving drinks this Friday.  CSG is very keen that I attend – I was going to anyway as the chap leaving is one of my direct reports.  As we are meant to be adhering to “fight club rules” it could be an interesting evening – I’d better not drink too much and try to keep my wits about me.  Sounds like a challenge!

Stirring it

In my pen pot at work I have a wooden spoon.  It has a face drawn on one side and the word “loser’ on the other [it was a prize for coming last in a quiz].  I realise this isn’t usual, and it generates quite a lot of conversation when people first see it.

Mid-morning I had an email come through from one of our printers in the building, and it was a scan of my wooden spoon – at which point I realised it was missing.

Checking up on the printer, I saw it was on the floor where CSG sits, and a few things fell into place – including the lack of my morning visit, and the smirking looks he’d been sending my way.  He had been seen hanging around first thing this morning so must have swiped it then.

He denied all knowledge despite some fairly fierce interrogation, even sending me a policy for the proper care of wooden implements in the office.  Then at the end of the day he appeared with it claiming it had been handed in to lost property.  Shame as I was hoping there’d have to be some kind of ransom payable for it’s return….

I know it all sounds really juvenile, but it really made me laugh and brightened up a fairly dull day.  My friend reckons he’s definitely trying to attract my attention.  Well he’s succeeded – let’s see what he does with it next!