Obstacle Course

I am suffering terribly for that monthly female affliction we call the "red spot special". After enduring days of pain, pre-pubescent skin, feraldom and naprogesic....I caved into my craving of "salt and vinegar rock salt" kettle chips. So as I was waiting for my train happily scoffing them down and licking my fingers whilst squinting at the TV screen to see the arrival time of train...I heard "Gen??" in that 'I haven't seen you for ages tone'. Yes, it's always nice to see an ex-schoolmate from 11 years ago standing in front of you in a suit whilst you are shoving chips down your throat, least expecting it and looking particularly short and undeveloped in thongs (for walking purposes).
Had a lovely evening last night with my ex-colleagues, Lisa, Cathy and Miss Jane. How nice it was to delight in female company, talk about subjects that make men wince, and be reassured that it's ok to have flings with attached men and not need to have conscience about it. I think every one of us was guilty for that. Interesting that after entertaining the ladies with my tales of woe with wayward and evil englishman, he calls today on my direct line after being screened and rejected by my in-the-know receptionist. Sounding very contrite and apologetic, he asked for forgiveness and whether I could stop giving him the silent treatment. I continued to insult him further until I ran out of wit, barbs and sarcasm...and he emailed me with.... lunch tomorrow? as he wants to make it up to me. Told him to get stuffed and would only see him if he comes to me. At least then I would not have to leave my chair if he attempts to cancel...and I'm looking forward to the daggers he would get from our receptionist. My favourite response was that I listed all the things he has done to enhance my life professionally and personally numbered 1 - 3. and left them blank! He said he wants to EXPLAIN things tomorrow. So that should be interesting. I'm not sure whether I plan to tell him that over the last few days I was wishing that he'd trip over in the office and have his penis accidentally fall into the shredding machine.