Lonely

Keeping your social life together and make the most out of it - can be an extra job. At least, that's what it is for me...We are so busy lately at the office, I'm gonna lose my head one of these days.

But...hurray hurray, Monday I'm in a so called meeting, with my best American girlfriend H.

She makes me laugh and my God, do I need laughter...

We're gonna meet in this over the top restaurant next to our favourite shop V. , and we'll have a grotesque lunch that we will pay way too much for but it's worth every penny.

Why ?

Well, this is an it-place and money always attracts other money ... the most horrendous human beings are let loose here, showing of their bags, jewels and latest purchases ...

H. and me, we do this little game of 'ranking'......We have our love for fashion and luxury goods and we love to see them displayed on other people...It's like a private catwalk-show, just for the two of us.

I can assure you, that this is a great place to do our little private game. 

Off course, their will be more women than men, but let's just hope a niece piece of ass, will walk by our table ...

Work, smirting and what's in it for me ...?

I work in my office with 2 employees, Cath and Lio. Cath brings her dog every now and then and I don't mind. Lucy (the dog) is always near my desk and lies down at my feet. 

I like Lucy, she ugly and beautiful at the same time - I feed her cookies when Cath does not look and she is always sincerely happy when I walk in the room.

She's honest to me...

Sometimes I do my typing outdoors and in summertime I search for a nice place to sit outside - during the winterperiod I go down to the bistro in our office building.

When work makes us 'work' late, my husband joins me and we always have a bite and a glass to drink and celebrate the end of a hard working day.

Now, I'm not a smoker and because we cannot smoke indoors anymore, my husband pops out to have his fag.

A new meaning upsurged called smirting (combo of smoking and flirting) ; you just enjoy your cigarette and the (female/male) company that shares your (rather dirty) habit.

I can imagine it makes you feel great when complete strangers share a joke or story with you and in worst case scenarios (for the one that is sitting inside, waiting at the table) new romances bloom.

On the other hand, we ladies (sorry guys) can 'use' this moment of desolation.

There's gotta be something in it for us too, no ?

Sit straight, and concentrate on any nice specimen that has cought your eye BEFORE your partner ran outside.

You only got 4 minutes !

Flirtatious eye contact is so much better without smoke around your head.

If you're relation is allready in need of improvement, the chances are that this person inside the restaurant is a non-smoker...(50%)

If you are a very lucky lady - your admirer might slip you his card discretely.

Wouldn't that be great ?

You don't even have to ring or make a date with this man...just to know that we non-smokers are a catch too - can make your day...

Never lend to the poor !

quote by Karl Lagerfeld

BHF

My best friend is back from NY !

Am so glad, now I can girly-talk again...

Next week we'll be meeting for lunch and sweets and talk about everything that happened here and there...

We have to try that new tea-salon for sure ; saw macaroons in the window-display and we'll be eating and looking at this handsome man running around for us...(no, not THAT guy, this one's gay, what a waist...)

French kiss

...is more intimate than just plain sex...

Went into his place again and had my red coat on...showstopper with instant reaction !

Went to sit down - legs crossed and hey, he's still a guy...let him enjoy a view of my black lacy lacy tights...

Ordered a coffee and stood up to take the newspaper...

Felt eyes stinging in my back...

Sat down again - got a phonecall and kept my eyes looking into his eyes while speaking...

(God, I hate you)

Left money on my table and went out again....

I hope YOU have a sleepness night you cheesedick....

(I must admit that in my dream-scenario I also went up the stairs to go to the restroom, he'd follow me and I would French-kiss him....silly cow I am...)

Intro

Last night, I just could not sleep - heard all these noises in my house - my husband came in very late from another meeting and woke me up as he took my magazine out of my hands. Wanna sleep here baby ? Or you wanna go and lay yourself down on your bed ?

(Don't you baby me, mister...why do you always wake me up when YOU want to go to bed ...sigh)

As I sleepwalk to my bedroom I find my brain waking up again. He always leaves the light on for his fat books full of political crap. A book should be cosy when brought to bed ; leave you with a good vibe when you fall asleep. 

I have trouble sleeping ; these last weeks have been even worse than before...When you have trouble sleeping, you start to listen to disturbing sounds in your house. As we have a few trees outside, they never seem to be able to cradle me anymore, they've just become a burden...

.....

Still awake and my mind wonders of to people that hit my mind this week. I've been to my old coffeeshop again - haven't been there in months - after a silent row with P. 

He's tall, handsome, clever glasses but not nerdy and he also has a very bad morning-mood...

He treats his customers very bad sometimes and I was not pleased at all (I gave the cheesedick a tip, every single day...) when he treated us regulars not very nicely.

So I kept avoiding him, his looks when I had to walk by his place followed me with an air of 'what?'...

The first days after the incident I kept calling him names such as dick -in-an-apron (a leather one, yes I know....) in silence because it's never good to blow up any bridges when there's still a spark of reconciliation...

So a few days ago, I pulled myself together and something in my head was hoping it was some other guy that would be serving, but uh-ah !! Him again...

Now, anger and fierceness can make some people look very sexy...he is such a type of guy.

So now I'm just trying to see him as an attractive waiter - jumping around for me ... and giving me something to think about when I'm dancing with myself...:-O

Naughty naughty me...but hey, I think love and hate lie pretty close together, no ?