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20 August, 2014

Scene One, Interior DAY, just after lunch.


A bald, overweight man (TRG) is making drinks for his colleagues. A very cute and petite younger woman  (GAW) enters. She has sparkling blue eyes and brunette hair with red lowlights. The colleague greet each other and fall into conversation.


GAW: I was thinking of having a half day tomorrow, [colleague] is off this week and she wants me to go for a liquid lunch.

TRG: Are you not going then?

GAW: No, I don’t want to waste an afternoon’s leave. Especially as I’m off next week.

TRG: (disappointed) Oh, really? Are you off all week?

GAW: Yep. I’m back the following Monday.

TRG: And my last day is the Wednesday, then I go away.

GAW: So we haven’t got many days left together then.

TRG: (sad face) No.

he thinks, inspired by the earlier comment about lunch

TRG:  We should go out for lunch and drinks that Wednesday.

GAW: Yeah, okay. You mean have a half day?

TRG: No, haha, I just mean lunch (thinks: why did I say no?)

GAW: Okay, let’s do lunch!

TRG: Can’t wait (huge smile)



So, everyone, I am going to lunch with GAW the day before I go to London the day before I go to Reykjavik. We have spent the occasional lunch break together sitting outside in the sun, or eating lunch in the staff room. We have been at the same work meal, eating at the same group table. But despite the fact she is my best friend at work, we have never gone to the pub for lunch, just her and me. But in two weeks time, we will. Before you go buying a hat, it’s not a “date” and there will be no romantic interlude, however much I would like there to be.

I’m regretting saying no to the half day part, I still don’t know if that was a suggestion or a clarification that I wasn’t suggesting it. I will bring up the subject nearer the time and see what she says. An afternoon getting drunk with her would be tremendous fun, and who knows, I might even drunkenly confess my lust. Good idea? Bad idea? Who knows. At the very least I will get a farewell hug and kiss, however chaste.

Updates to follow. But as it is so close to my holiday, you might have to settle for a quick tweet and wait till I get back for the full story.

  1. Lunch will be nice even if you can finagle more. Go somewhere cool

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