So, for those of you who may feel as tho you've missed an episode and suddenly the lead characters have all been replaced and everyone's speaking Russian, here is a quick guide to the events of last week.

Tues: Went to London with work.
Tues eve: Met up with a cpl of friends.
Tues night: Drank heartily.
Weds morning: Woke up with one of said friends.
Weds - Fri inclusive: Cannot stop thinking 'bout said friend. Mobile nearly melts thru excessive txting.
Sat - Sun morning: Spend weekend with the man in question. Say 'whaa-aat?! Me too!!' way too many times for this to be some sort of reasonable crush.
Sun eve: Go home. Split up with The Boyf.
Sun night: Go back to London.
Mon: Reluctantly head back to Reading and skip off work. Dazza offers to put me up for a bit (thank God)

Huh. So here I am. That was a bit of a week.

I mean, technically, I didn't split up with The Boyf because of this new situation (yeah em, what-ever) as anyone can see from reading this wee blog the relationship was not at it's strongest. But now I don't want the new boy to think....Argh. Because the whole reason I liked to run boys in tandem is because I'd given up thinking you could find everything wrapped up in one package. One really cute package. And I should have known really, because I did know him already sort of, that I was definitely getting two for the price of one (it's a long, long story) but I just never expected someone so funny and clever to think I was funny and clever too.

That was the longest sentence in the world. Sorry.

Not that me and the new boy are really 'me and the new boy' officially or anything (yet?) Obviously I need to maintain some distance. Have some time on my own. Be single for a little bit.

I can't stop thinking about him. Ah.

In other news: My (female) boss has just taken me to one side and told me my (male) boss thinks so much of me they are talking about putting me thru university again - so I would part-time work and study. I can't speak. Think I should do it?

Just been to imood to update myself (yes, I'm working okay - look I've made one phone call and printed out some email, god, can't you see I'm lovesick?) and it's informed me thus:

You currently feel delirious.

You normally feel crappy.

Sums it up, I think. Wise move.

Got the earlier bus this morning (which was bad enough, but anyway...) and who got on about 5 stops before I was due to get off? Martin. Of course.

I pretended very hard I was searching in my bag for something, but it's only a minibus and he spotted me straight off. Came over and sat next to me all chirpy, wondering why on earth I was on 'his' bus (shit, does this mean I'm going to have to get the seven a.m. from now on?) so I told him.

He was completely dumbfounded. He was out with The (ex)Boyf last night in The Local and said he hadn't told him. Then he asked if I wanted to go out and be cheered up and I pointed out that a) he had a new girlfriend, b) it's a bit soon and c) I kinda, sorta, ummmmmmm....have met someone else that I'd quite like to see how it goes with. I know I shouldn't have said anything (jinx jinx jinx) but I just couldn't help it. Anyway, if challenged I can always say I made it up to get out of going for a drink with him.

It was only 5 or 6 posts ago I was saying how foxy he was...this morning he was just...bleh. He stank of booze tho, which didn't really help. He seemed so 'false' I guess - altho I knew he was like that anyway, I know, and at the time it didn't bother me. Suppose I had given up on genuine boys existing. Maybe they don't.

Still, the new boy (really must think up a more original name for him) called me last night - I'm gonna go over and see him this evening. I know I should be taking things slow and keeping my distance and stuff, but, fuck it. He's wonderful.