I find myself, despite my best efforts, involved with Miss (All) Right. This is not a good state of affairs. For Miss (All) Right is the best friend of my colleagues wife. Which makes it uncomfortably too close to home for my tastes. Simon and Sophie, the aforementioned colleague and wife have this claustrophobic little group of Friends: Gemma and James, Naomi and Neil, Karl and Claudia. They've all known each other for years and have invariably slept with each other or tried to at least half a dozen times - you can cut the repressed sexual desire with a knife.
Now Simon and Sophie would love for me to join this little clique. They envisage summer barbecues and shared holidays. And doubtless within time our own little mother and baby group. It's all a little too domesticated for my tastes.
Simon has already given me the reviews "Miss A was just singing your praises to Sophie .......charming......great weekend.........blah...blah" What he doesn't seem to grasp is that a few months from now Miss As conversation with Sophie will be more along the lines of "why hasn't the bastard called" . Which is going to make things somewhat awkward the next time I go round to see if Simon's playing out.
I'm in need of an exit strategy
