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...