Me: “….. and tell him to stop calling me by my surname.”
FEASTAD: “How about Kaiser-y?”
FEASTAD: “Or Shaky-y?”
Me: “Er, they’re OK. So can I call you FEASTAD-Y?”
FEASTAD: “You call me Doris, remember? It’s alright, you can call me anything.”
I love her.
Could you give a rundown of who FEASTAD is and your history (or lack thereof) with her?
Ah, total lack of any action.
She’s a girl I work with. I think she’s lovely and a totally great laugh and we have a great relationship in and out of the office. As mates. Kind of flirty mates. We, er, get each other little presents when we go away, we SMS, we bitch about people at work, we meet up for drinks, she asks me for advice on techy things, I call her when I need a translator or directions, she bitches about her boyfriend. There we go: she has a boyfriend.
What was it Jimmy The Saint said?
Something like, “Can I ask you one single, impulsive question? Are you in love at the present moment? I’m not the type of guy to impede another man’s happiness but if the answer is ‘No’ I’d like to continue my rhapsody. Has anybody ever told you that you glide?”
Love it. Nothing to do with this really, except the other man.
Anyway, can she just be my mate? Well it’s going OK so far, but she is very high up my ladder!
and can you give up a rundown on her sister?