So, she went to my old university, which is nice. Doing History of Art. History of Art!!! I'm fast forwarding to discourses on Jake n Dinos' debt to Bruegel in the Sunday morning afterglow. But, and it's a significant but. Leggy and brunette as she is, she's PA to a Exec Director. I don't know if he's had the pleasure, yet; but I can guarantee he'd like to. So, seeing me dropping her off at the office Monday morning is going to do the career prospects no good whatsoever. I put my musing on the Flemish School back in the box......
But, consolation is on hand, in the equally delectable Kylie. It's all low glances and over-egged giggles (I'm witty, but not that witty), until she, sadly has to cut the evening short, to catch a train. But, she marks her territory good and proper, sticking her breasts in my ear, getting up from the table.
So, how did I find myself spending Friday night in the company of some of Stuff-u-Likes more desirable new recruits? Planning....
Six weeks earlier I was on my induction course. Induction courses are the great leveller, Heads of and Assistants gathered together, being bored into a coma by HR. But, the day was eased by the prettiness of some of my fellow inductees.
As it happened, I was the most senior person there, so I'm obliged to do our group work presentations. All the better for a little off the cuff insouciance; a soupcon of false modesty....
The day, finally, ends, and I ask the HR muppets to circulate the group's email addresses. My motives are utterly transparent, but there's head nodding and affirmation throughout the room - 'mmmm good team building', 'great opportunity to network'. It's all I can do to stop myself shouting at them "No! No! No! There's a number of people here I'd very much like the opportunity to sleep with!!!"
