OMG - Blonde just phoned me on my work line! Apparently Oz Girl gave him my extension number whilst battered on Friday night. His opening question was 'Can I have your mobile number so I can call you after hours?' It had taken me a good few seconds to work out who the hell he was when he said his name so this really threw me.
'No, I don't think so. You can talk to me now if you like,' was my terse response. He actually had the nerve to imply we should be having some clandestine meeting or another following our 'connection' on Friday night. What connection would that be, then? The connection your hand made with my gusset or the connection shortly after that where my ass made connection with the back seat of a cab? I wish I'd said that, actually. I also wish I'd mentioned the girlfriend in more forceful terms (the poor thing) but all I said was that it would be 'inappropriate'.
To be fair the office is very small and everyone could hear me being Miss Cagey and of course Oz Girl knew exactly who it was and was making apologetic faces at me over the top of her computer. It took about 8 seconds for the rest of the office to twig something untoward had happened on our previously innocent sounding night out. I'm now worried Roobs is cross with me for not telling her but I was so ashamed of myself! Its that weird situation of knowing someone really well but never having had them pissed off with you. You're not sure exactly how to act so now I'm overcompensating by offering to make tea to test the water. Honestly, my self esteem is so low right now, it's embarrassing.
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