I'm so tired.
I should be in bed.
It's been a weird day at work.
Found out today that Cycleman who is part of my team is so morose because another member of the team 'ended their relationship,' a fortnight ago. Bearing in mind that Cycleman is almost 15 years her senior...okay, no problem with that, but he's been married for years and has a family and...well...you'd never ever think he would be...unfaithful.
But it does stand to reason now why he has been so 'removed.' I barely recognise him from before...
Apparently he was close to giving everything up for her, and she's been sensible and ended it; but he's now doing a good petulant sulk about it all from time to time...which again I never would expect from him.
It's weird to deal with as it's all there and there's no escaping the fact these two have to work closely together and it's not going to be easy.
However, I need to remind myself that I probably do not know everything and that I will continue to remain professional and supportive and endeavour to remain cohesive with the team.
Bitch is close and friendly and I reciprocate as best I can...I think I'm managing okay actually. If she wishes to stab with invisible knives then so be it as her actions are but a reflection of herself and she will never bring me down.
I feel formidable right now...

Home news:
Budding Vet a little poorly tonight.
Sportacus as vibrant as ever.

Sexy News: turn off now those who are frowning...
I've not played at all since my very physical encounter on Thursday...
He texted me Friday; accused me of 'texting other men...' like I have the time right now... he appeared really needy and he was becoming annoyed with my independent reasoning...
I told him to return from whence he'd came...
There would be no sneaking off on Friday, all dressed up and a hotel but two to go...I gave him his marching orders and I do believe he became more annoyed, which placated me and satisfied me knowing I was not going through any emotional turmoil.
I had arranged for NSA fuck fun and that's what I got; precisely what he did not want it seems.
Therefore silence from him since...the queue in my Inbox waits.
Pick me! Pick me!

This morning, the reassuring and familiar G invades my morning schedule. Close friend of his died since we last spoke. He alludes to our bedtime capers and flatters and flirts. I smile. I talk. 'Goodbye,' I hang up.

It's good to hear from him.
But he's not the answer and he's all over the country and Europe right now too...

I just need an A to Z across the Pennines.

Thinking about the auditionees...waiting, bursting in my Inbox.
There's ...a white van man who likes lay-bys...(and he's rather tall...just for those who want to know!!! 6ft 5)...and boasts that he'll not expect me to 'last long' and I'll beg to see him again...Talk about confident!
Then there's the professional one with the dark hair...(Yep, tall too...6ft 2'). he seems quietly articulate and there is more to him.
Another professional... Director and far too attractive to be on a site...married etc...seems to have everything...
Then there's the one who wants an older woman! Cheers!
Another desert suited and booted candidate...no thanks, not again.
Then an intelligent one; the only one who actually realised the classic novel from which I created my pseudonym..
And there's more, but I just can't be bothered tonight...
I'm so tired.
I should be in bed.
Any offers?