Eejit

British for Idiot. Idiot who makes out with yet another coworker. Eejit.

Earlier in the week, Skully and I ran into each other in my building again. We chit chatted and he told me about his weekend and how he went to see the movie Stardust, not his decision. That triggered that he was still with his girlfriend so I thought what the hell, he and I can be friends and asked if he was going to the company happy hour for young professionals on Thursday. He didn't know anything about it so I forwarded him the info.

On Thursday I received an email from him very early in the morning asking when I was leaving work to go to the happy hour, how I was getting there, etc. I told him my plans and that if he wanted he could take the shuttle bus to my new building and ride the tube with us (my other friends that were going). I also told him that I was heading to his building to do some work and that I would probably see him there.

My old office that I was working in is secure so no one can get in unless they have access, so as I was walking back to the front I could see Skully peering into my office. He didn't see me but it sent a giddy tingle down my spine that he was looking for me. I went to the pub shortly after with my friends (read: Cog's friends) and came back to an email from Skully asking if I was going for a beer at lunch. I decided I would just go by his desk and apologize for getting the email after I had already left.

There is something about him that makes me nervous. And even though I told myself I wouldn't turn red, I did, especially when he asked for my number "in case he got lost from his building to mine". Right.

In the meantime my friends that were supposed to go with me totally bailed and I was left to go with Skully by myself to meet up with Kiwi and his friends and this other guy I knew at happy hour.

When Skully and I arrived, we were the ONLY people there, so we grabbed a drink and settled in by the fire. We were chatting about family stuff he's the youngest of three boys and then more important things like he's not with his girlfriend but they still hang out since they are both new to London. Just as I was about to fish for more info, Kiwi walked in and we continued to have several rounds. It wasn't a good turn out but we all had fun.

After even more drinks, Skully and I were able to talk a little more about our past relationships in which I told him I only seem to date Australians. He was intrigued by this.

We all got kicked out at around 11pm (for some reason) and headed home. This other guy was tagging along and kept leaning into me to try to flirt but I was like um negative and tried my hardest to avoid his advances. Politely.

Luckily he had to catch another tube than Skully and I and left us standing in the streets. Skully suggested we grab another drink (that was sooooo not needed at this point with who knows how many under my belt). I agreed and in we went where we got even cosier.

I really wish I could remember our conversation fully but I remember bits and pieces: he could tell I was interested and he was interested too, he doesn't sleep with his ex and can count on both hands how many times they've done it since June (what?) they are just good friends.

Then he kissed me. And it was good. And complicated and I told him so. I told him I didn't want to be the other woman. That I'm always the other woman, etc. and that we work together. He said that was a technicality since we don't directly work together and now that I work in the other building it's not the same. Whatever. He asked your place or mine?

I said mine but no funny business. Only kissing. We walked to the tube and somehow I learned that he lost his virginity at 12 (!!!!!!) and that he's lived with 3 other girlfriends before. Oh and that he knew his current ex 3 months before they decided to go on the 4 month tour of the Americas and the Caribbean. WTF?

So we got to my flat and started kissing and somehow his hands were wondering and I decided (the drinks decided) that it would be fine if no major things happen (read: sex or any other form of it). So we did stuff and it was nice but then confusing. He told me he had never dated an American before and my comment was sarcastically, so we're dating now? He, of course, fell asleep and I lay awake wondering what all this meant and if I was going to get the reputation of the office slut. Awesome!

My alarm went off at 6:30am and he got up to get dressed because he had to go home first to change for work. So he kissed me deeply while I was lying in bed and then again after I wrapped myself in a blanket to let him out.

I went to work severely hungover and didn't get an email/text/call from him. Awesome. Still haven't and it's Sunday morning.

I've been sick all weekend and I just want someone to care enough about me to bring me soup and watch movies with me and not try anything while I get better. I can't do the whole only sex thing again. It wrecks me.

So if he asks me out on a proper date, I'll go. But there will be no funny stuff and most importantly NO ALCOHOL. Honestly, I don't care one way or the other because he is so fresh out of his last relationship and like I said I can't be the other woman. That would just make me an eejit yet again.

Strategery

Things are getting interesting with Skully.

I moved office buildings so we are no longer in the same vicinity so when I saw him looking for his boss that happens to be on my new floor, I panicked. Lately, I've been turning bright red whenever I talk to him - so embarrassing! My immediate thought was to walk away from my desk, gain my composure and then nonchalantly run into him when returning to my desk. Thinking he didn't see me, I high tailed it to the kitchen and just as I was about to walk out to make my "re-entrance", Skully bolted into the 4 x 4 little room after me.

We chatted for a while and were a tad flirty and I told him that I would be over in his building later in the week. We left with a lingering-ish look as we parted ways. I was giddy.

Yesterday, I went to the pub with some of my old coworkers (read: Cog's friends) and who should walk in but Skully. I was planning to stop by his desk later in the day but this worked out even better! Needless to say we proceeded to talk the entire time. (Yeah, report this flirtation back to the Cog next week guys! jk). Skully just moved to my area (Um he knew the amount of time from his stop to mine: 5 minutes and the number: 2 stops...mmmmhmmmm) and suggested we get together for dinner sometime since we're practically neighbors. I tried to sound interested but not overly so. When he was heading out, I decided it was time for me to leave, too. Or the drinks decided that. Drinking at lunch while talking to your crush equals Russian Roulette.

He stopped to get some chips (french fries) and we continued chatting and then when it was time for me to turn for my office he said, "Okay, I'll see you around". WTF? This, of course, left me a little baffled because hello he mentioned dinner sometime and then my inner monologue decided that like with Kanger I had too much to drink in front of him and he got turned off. I racked my brain the whole day naturally tried to plan my next move with him.

Meanwhile, yesterday before he left for the day he sent me an email with the address of the shopping mall he had told me about at the pub. I could have been really forward and asked him to accompany me, or when dinner was, etc. but I kept it flirty and light with "Thanks for the info! You do realize you just added fuel to my already out of control shopping habit, right?". Which he responded, "Ahhh...you can always expense it...." whatever! So I emailed, "Very funny... Have a good weekend!". I figure it's a good start. He's emailing me without me, you know, emailing first and suggesting things without, you know, me suggesting it first. And he opens doors and is really cute despite the shaved head but it's growing on me.

There's a work happy hour next Thursday that I might slip into the conversation when I stop by his desk next week to see if he's going (or even knows about it)...

There's just two teeny, tiny problems: 1) We work together and we all know how that worked out for me... and 2) He just moved out/broke up with his girlfriend. His girlfriend that he traveled to South America, the US, Costa Rica, etc. with for like 4 months. So he has baggage that is somewhat fresh and I don't want to be the rebound. But if anything we can be friends.

It doesn't help though that I had a dream about him last night with a fabulous make out session. It's the flipping accent.

Yikes!

Distractions

These past few weeks have been crazy!

I've been to a couple of concerts lately The Dandy Warhols and Lovers Electric- both brilliant. Been going out a lot. Was propositioned while meeting up with friends at a bar across town by a drunk Australian (of course) "before I go home, can you give me a wank?". WTF? I replied "probably not going to happen!" over my shoulder. This past weekend a bloke was chatting me up and then proceeded to try to kiss me while my friends weren't looking and tell me all the different ways he would pleasure me-very graphically. Um...hi, we just met like 5 seconds ago and that is a HUGE turn off! Why can't I just meet someone normal?

At least I had these incidents to distract me from thinking about the rumor that was going around in the Houston office that my name was on a list to go to Singapore. Excuse me, what? Needless to say the freak out occurred and now I have my list of reasons why I don't want to go there all prepared if and when I'm approached. Mainly I have established a life HERE and call me crazy but I don't feel like living in a hotel for months again. I had a meeting with one of the big bosses again today that was reassuring that I would be still staying in London. Thank God! But I'm not going to feel 100% great about it until I sign another contract.

I've also been rather down lately about the relationship situation or lack there of. I got into a huge yelling match on the phone (sound familiar? do you see a pattern?) with the Cog after a bottle of wine on Thursday with friends and no dinner. I don't even want to BE with him....I think it's just the principle of him not wanting to date me only...you know and hello I should be the 28 year old tart he should be falling all over. I know. I'm fucked up. I might have texted him when we hung up "i don't want to keep you from all the 40 year-olds (at the pub he was at) that might get away". I think I have anger issues, too. (Back story: there was a relapse 2 weeks ago when he was in town for a dinner).

I'm going through some issues. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm just hoping for more distractions...of the good kind.