Cooler than the red dress

So today I wore my slinky red dress to work, and as an afterthought I put a £1.50 primark scarf round my neck. Well! I got more comments about the scarf than anything. But I always think it's better to look good and therefore feel good. Perhaps I'd better stop eating monster munch crisps. I DO NOT want to put the weight back on.

Tomorrow is my haircut and mentee's leaving do. She's invited T and I (I think she thinks we're a couple.) It's all awkward as arse.

Right or wrong

I always do the right thing. I weigh up all the pros and cons, and worry what everyone else thinks, and then I do the right thing, the safe thing, the easy thing.

Right now, I feel like doing the wrong thing. Where's the harm in that?

All these things happened today

-I slept in for work.
-M made me cry with laughter at an email he'd sent.
- I anointed myself Elf-In-Chief for the Secret Santa draw
-I flirted massively with the new marketing guy. (He's gorgeous)
-I got stopped by a random man in the street. He said "Excuse me" and I stopped because I thought he needed directions, but then he asked where I was going and when I said "why" he said I was very attractive. I burst out laughing and walked away but was secretly chuffed.
- I had Dim Sum.
- The waiter accidentally spilt a drink down my back.
- I got £10 deducted from the bill.
- I had more drinks in the National Film Theatre Bar.

Not a bad Friday as they go.

It's beginning to feel a lot like...

CHRISTMAS!!! YEY!!

I went iceskating at Somerset House tonight. No broken bones or egos, always a bonus. I was so knackered afterwards that I didn't make it to the pub quiz (I actually fell asleep on the bus home.) Now of course I'm wide awake. I have spent the evening Chrimbo shopping on tinternet. (Does buying underwear for myself on Figleaves count?) I also bought Soozle's wedding present - a very snazzy kettle.

Another busy weekend beckons - Dim Sum at Ping Pong tomorrow night, then pilates (of course) on Saturday, and then I'm babysitting little G on Saturday night. She is an absolute darling girl, never happier than when trying on high heels and lipgloss. I'm going to miss her (and her mum) when they move to Italy.

Project "Get a boyfriend" is not going at all well. 5 dates, one of which was a no-show, 3 of whom were dullards, and 1 of whom was great but stopped texting. My membership of the site runs out next week and I won't be renewing. Honest to God, I had much more luck with men when I was a fatty. There is no justice in the world.

Bad memory

I have a really bad memory. I forget events and conversations, especially when I've been drinking. So tonight I was at a work event, and I had to have dinner with some randoms. And I am quite good at making smalltalk. I can chat shit with the best of them. But it turns out that I'd met one of them before, at a meeting I'd chaired about 8 months ago. I had forgotten. He had not. He said that he'd been really impressed by how incisive I'd been about the issues. That is the nicest thing. I do not regard myself as incisive. But I'm sure as hell telling my new boss that's what a "key stakeholder" said about me. Hell yeah.

I'm going iceskating with my team tomorrow. As for the pub quiz, I figure I'll probably rock up to the pub and hang out with T, and have a laugh, whereupon nothing will happen. And that's just fine with me.

John Simmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I really fancy John Simm. I saw him in a play tonight, which was ace. Also, rather excitingly, I was sitting 2 seats away from John Sessions in the audience. (Who is an obscure Scottish actor/comedian.)

I fancy lots of Scots actors - including - Peter Capaldi, Joe McFadden, David Tennant (obviously) Robert Carlyle, and Gerard Butler (gorgeous). There's nothing better than a gruff Scottish accent and a look in the eye which suggests devilment is more than a possibility, it's guaranteed. I'm going home on the 21st December, booked my ticket today - Bring on the boys!!!

I bought T a really tacky keyring to make him laugh over the key debacle. It was a hideous plastic doll with a union jack and fluffy red hair. He put it on his belt in the office bless him. He wandered over to my desk and we had a good old chat and I didn't even get flustered. He told me that he's organising a pub quiz on Thursday and I made him tell me some of the questions (and answers.) Now the question is, should I rock up at the pub? The thing is, I really like hanging out with him and we have a laugh together, and he's really chilled out. But I don't think I fancy him. I just think he'd be a really good mate. Bugger.

How to get yourself talked about

So, my mentee, who I've been coaching for job interviews, got a great new job. So we went out for a drink after work last night to celebrate. And it was lots of fun, and T turned up. (He's not stalking me, his team were in the pub as well.) And we had a right laugh in the pub, talking nonsense about favourite vegetables and reindeer. And for some reason, (I can't really remember why), he was waving about his keys, which I then whipped out of his hand and pretended I wasn't going to give them back, which included putting them in my handbag. Of course, I gave them back to him later.

Anyway, I ran into him at work today, just next to my desk, and he said (rather more loudly than necessary) that one of his keys wasn't on his keyring, and was it possible that it was in my bag? I checked and of course it was, so I went over to his desk and left it there. And now everyone in my team (and his team) thinks that we're sleeping together. And we haven't as much as kissed.