Whaaaaat?

I think I might have had an interesting dream last night. FA2 featured. I think sex with FA2 featured. But CH also featured. A heavily pregnant CH. I don't know what the context is around CH's presence in this dream. But the FA2 aspect was, if my memory isn't playing tricks on me, a semi-memory kinda thing. A recollection of some of the lusty afternoon sex we would typically have at the weekends.

Well, I say "lusty" but that wasn't FA2's thing. "Lustier" is probably more accurate. I'd be a little more energetic in these sessions than I would be first thing in the morning or at night.

but still... pregnant CH? 

Oh la la!

For the first time in a long time, a familiar face* appeared on Tinder today. It was Blonde Emma Willis (have I describe her as that on the blog or is that just what I call her to USHW?) I've swiped right, of course, cos she's pretty and I am a sucker for a pretty face. I don't know that we're suited... a gut feeling... but it's been that long since I've had a date that I kinda feel I almost need to swipe on those that I think are cute regardless.

*Familiar, but cute. There are plenty of women I see on Tinder regularly that are not swipeable. 

Yay!

I'm not gonna lie, I was slightly apprehensive about meeting FBS, D etc. last night. It was the pub thing, more accurately, the alcohol intake. My tolerance is pretty much zero these days, so the thought of six hours of necking pints had me a little worried.

It was all for nothing, though. Seven pints across nearly six hours meant I was drunk but not as bad a I thought I was going to be.

It was great catching up with the guys. The highlights, for want of a better word, was a running gag that lasted all evening about a euphemism for blowjobs, much to our amusement and FBS's puzzlement. And a debate (I hesitate to call it an argument) with Opinionated Guy who insisted he share our taxi, despite him living in the opposite direction to myself and FBS. He's shared before, because FBS is too nice to tell him to fuck off, but it was my taxi last night and I had no hesitation in telling him where to go.

I hope he'll learn this in future. It feels like we do all the work for him - arrange nights out, get him home etc. and he does nothing.

Grande.

When I go into the office, I tend to treat myself to a Starbucks. It's literally on the way from the bus stop to my office. However, I've not been in the office for a few weeks due to people being off on holiday or me deciding not to go in due to a lack of sleep.

Anyway, I rocked up to the counter and ordered my usual.

The girl took my order, I swiped my card, thanked her and trundled off to the collection zone.

A few minutes later the barista called out my name.

I was confused. I hadn't given the cashier my name.

"You're Ruuude, aren't you? That's your name?" she asked, coyly.

"Yeah"

"I thought so. That's your drink."

"Oh..." I was still confused. "Thank you!" I smiled at her.

Cute woman remembers my name despite me only visiting a shop once a week, and I've not been in in weeks. She's just being professional, but it proper made my day. 

Let's see.

I've already asked Quiet Girl if she's going to go to the next work night, which is in two weeks time. She's not said anything yet, which is unusual. I'm torn. I'd like to go out. I've said it before, but she's good company and I don't really go out enough. But I have two gigs on either side of the work night, and it's been a while since I've done two nights in a row, never mind three.

And there's still my ongoing back pain. I should look into that once I get this work project from hell out of the way in a few weeks.

Cheers!

Friction Guy replied, so it looks like we've got a core group and a rough time for meeting and a place to meet.

I'm not interested in the drinking. I hate being drunk and my ability to drink alcohol is now non-existent probably due to the fact that I've lost a fair bit of weight this year and I've done little to no socialising, so I am out of practice.

And the nights out with D, FBS etc. always seem to involved a lot of alcohol. We tend to meet around 6 PM these days and call it a night around midnight. That's six hours of drinking. The night out a few weeks ago with The Crowd was just over three hours and I was extremely tipsy.

Let's see how this turns out. 

Hurrah!

I think the first stage of the work is pretty much done. All the connections have been connected, the holes are not holey and it's just the surface tidy up that needs completed.

Roll on getting a confirmed date for the second part in just overt a week's time and for the work to be done hopefully within 2 weeks.

Let's go.

I hadn't heard from D, FBs etc. about this coming weekend so I sent a WhatsApp message to make sure we were all still coming out. FBS and D were quick to reply, in the positive. I've heard nothing from Friction Guy or Opinionated Guy as yet, but they're secondary. If it just turns out to be me, FBS and D, that'll still be a good night.

Just talk.

KfW2's just off the phone. Another car journey, but not with the kids. This time she's travelling for work - a mere 222 mile journey, roughly. She sounds like she's having a hard time of it. She said as much the last time I saw her in person, but despite her talking to her managers, nothing's improved.

She keeps saying that she's going to look for a new job, but she hasn't as yet. That's not a criticism. I know that I've been guilty of not doing exactly that when things have been bad at work. Imposter syndrome is something that KfW2 and I have in common.

But, given her lengthy car journey, she was in no rush to end the call and neither was I. We chatted for about 45 minutes. No sign of a night out, but she's been busy with family stuff that might ease after this coming weekend.

It's always nice to hear from her. 

It's a gas, gas, gas.

The house work continues. There are guys out the front with a massive sledgehammer and a concrete saw making a hell of a racket. So, despite my pessimism this morning, it looks as if phase 1 of this work will be completed on time - by this Friday.

Phase 2 will begin in a few weeks, but I won't get confirmation of actual dates until 21st November. 

The heat is on.

I have two days booked off work at the end of the month, and two weeks booked off at Xmas. I still have about half a dozen days still to take this calendar year, and I plan to take them all. I've been feeling a little burned out at work over the past month or so.

That's not going to change any time soon. We were just given an urgent project that needs to be completed in just under three weeks and it's going to be a disaster. Add into that my manager being way out of his depth and, I hate to say it, stupid. It may be a language barrier (English is not his first language), it may be cultural, but he has a habit of not listening when he gets stuff explained to him if he already thinks he knows the solution.

That's not just me saying that. I've had at least three other people imply something similar over the past few weeks and frustration is starting to build from all parties. 

Still... once this project is finished, I can take these remaining personal days.