Tall Boy had some news for me last night.
Apparently, my boss found out about "us".
Not, I hope, by the strange marks on his desk and the crumpled paperwork, but for other reasons.
After all, there are only so many times you can "secretly" go swimming with someone on your lunchbreak, come round the office in their car to pick up some furniture, or mention things you may do after work, before the penny drops even in the thickest of skulls (not that my boss is thick or anything...
).
Last Wednesday when I was off sick (and my boss "caught" me the same evening having drinks with a friend... see, not thick at all!), Tall Boy came in to do some work for us and asked where I was- and my boss told him: "Sienna's off sick; why don't you give your girlfriend a call to see how she is?"
"Ah-ha-ha", laughed Tall Boy, not sure what to say.
And he didn't tell me about that little episode until dinner last night.
Get boys!
Not that it's important, but we are NOT an item, and more importantly I don't want my employers to think I am being unprofessional (after all, they might guess what goes on when they are not here...).
Plus if he had told me sooner, I wouldn't have reminded him about the play last night within my boss' earshot.
Cringe!
Not that anything happened. We had dinner that I'd cooked, sweltered in the hottest theatre in London, flirted a bit, he gave me a peck on the lips and was off to meet a friend.
Romantic or what!? 
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2007-07-20 @ 19:28