So, I've been under the Doctor for a few months. But, she's working.....I'm working...with never see each other...blah...blah - so we split. No big deal.
So I'm at this social event - corporate smoozing, wives and partners etc. I've got some responsibilities for the night, but we have a team who do the work, liaising with the hospitality agency we use. I hadn't met the agency before, so I got introduced to them all, Including the stunning Chloe - like Naomi Campbell without the attitude.
I hadn't mentioned at work that I'd split up with the Dr. I really didn't want to get into it this evening so when anyone asked, I just said she was working nights.
So, to cut to the chase...........as the meal draws to a close, Chloe comes over to my table and says, straight out of the blue, " thought you might like me to lap dance for you later" - I'm not making this up, and she was only half joking. Up to this point I hadn't realised they were a 'full service agency'.
Sounds like an offer not to be missed. But, I'm screwed. Pretty much everyone in the room, including the MD thinks my girlfriend is at this moment, slaving over a hot incubator, saving the 'ickle children. So, if I take the opportunity to shag the hired help, I'm not going to hear the last of it. So whilst Chloe rapidly cools off on the other side of the room (doubtless thinking I'm gay), I have to listen to the MD's wife tell me how wonderful she thinks it is that my girlfriend works in the caring professions!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3.30am I'm still failing to get drunk on the hotel's watered-down vodka, pondering what might have been.
