Someone in the office caught us holding hands at the corner of the street.
The news has spread like wildfire and I think the Craigs will be burning up the grapevine soon as well. Yes, it's so bad that the hearing impaired collegue of mine who I met at the bus stop this morning asked me in a combination of sign language and sms display if me and Ian were "in a relationship".
Err.. ok, I'm kinda stumped here. No, Ian is not my boyfriend. But we are going out. Somehow, I'm ok with that after a big argument where I just ranted and he very sweetly listened over the phone. Later, he explained that he'd define the "relationship" or go as slow as I wanted to. What a man! lol... I'm smitten to say the least.
Yesterday at the office farewell, people were giving me strange looks and waiting for us to do something lovey dovey. I guess they didn't see us leaning our legs against each other under the table. So why am I tell you this?
I guess it's coz you're not a colleague and also coz I need you to keep my feet firmly on the ground. Guys, the serial dater is falling for her colleague in a big big way. Tell me how I unaddict myself to Ian-ism.
Actually, don't tell me, I don't wanna know. It feels kinda nice.
Let's skate... I feel like I could get a backside farv right.
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tsk tsk...way'da go aud!!! -KT