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A year on the road. Learned a lot, changed even more, forgotten the most.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The bold and the beautiful

It's been a while as I've been too busy with messing up my life...
I had an extremely interesting weekend. Yes, sorry, this is again about Mr D.

On Saturday night I went out with a bunch of guys and one of them is my colleague, Mr K. We had a chat over a few pints and Mr K kept on asking about our Team Building day. Finally I told him to ask, as he obviously wanted to find out something. So, I told him that on TB day nothing happened (which is almost the truth) between Mr D and myself. And then Mr K, who is a good friend of Mr D, said that you do know that Mr D is married and has two kids? And that he is a bit of a playboy? So basically warned me about him.

I saw Mr D on Sunday and we had a lovely time together. We were lying on the beach in the sun and he was telling me stories from his childhood and youth. We spoke about the stress at work, at home, all that...

Did I already mention that the sex is mind-boggling? Gash...

In that eve Mr D told me to be the best I can be, enjoy my life. Go back home, do what I must do and that he would always be there for me if I ever were around in the UK or somewhere nearby. If I didn't mention that earlier, my mission will be finished in the end of July. After I have a holiday and then...I should go back to my home country for a year to finish my degree. I know Mr D is not into long-distance relationships and me neither but it felt so bad when he said those things. It felt so final. But it wasn't.

However, on Monday I told him what Mr K said to me (didn't mention the name) and he was shocked of course. Mr D said I knew that he is married, didn't I? I did. And do I really think he is a playboy? He said he is very at ease with women and finds it easy to talk to them and tease and joke around.... No, I don't think he is a playboy but still you know, maybe am not viewing things very clearly.

Then, it started to get interesting:
D: "Was it Rosa (his ex-wife) call you and said those things?"
Me: "No..."
D: "Don't tell me it was Mr K."
-Am not telling you anything like that.
-I know it was he. You remember the bbq-party just after Eastern, in that eve Mr K said to Rosa that there's something going on between you and me.
-What? You mean you and me? But there was nothing then!
-But that's what Mr K said to Rosa and she believed that, so she thought that the marriage was over because of us.

Great. Now am not only having an affair with a married man with loads of family issues but am also a girl breaking someone's marriage. Am waiting with interest when the ex-wife starts phoning me. She's probably already considering me as a whore... All this should have ended to waking up after a nightmare.