So, this week at work has certainly changed a few things… Perry turns out to be a really nice guy. Nice like a cup of tea is nice, not like a weekend in Paris is nice, so I’ve decided to be grateful that there is a new friendly face around the office but not counting on being swept off my feet.
On the other hand I have come to terms with going to the Christmas party alone. I’m not desperate. I’m not afraid of my own company, but I am afraid of spending the night with someone I may not like – or know very well just to have a date on my arm.
An old high school friend looked me up on facebook and we have started chatting. It’s familiar and I’m relieved to be having reasonably normal interaction with someone of the opposite sex, albeit through cyberspace (probably safest right now).
In the mean time I live vicariously through Jose’s seemingly incessant social scene, revelling in the fabulous stories he arrives bursting to share with us every lunch time. I find it hard to believe he finds time to squeeze a job into his calendar. And secretly I’m totally jealous of his gay life – it certainly seems as if being homosexual automatically entitles you to a life of endless glamour and excitement.
Jose thinks I should give it about a week of chatting and surreptitious flirting before arranging to meet facebook boy for an innocent cocktail to ‘catch up’. (He actually used finger quotations when he said the words ‘catch up’ because to Jose, the words denote ‘feel up’ more than ‘catch up’ and he was afraid I would misinterpret the motive for aforementioned cocktail date…). This being said, I will very likely take Jose’s advice since I’ve got this major crush on his life and figure he must know what he’s talking about. But perhaps I’ll do more catching and less feeling on the first date. Let’s see how the week goes.