The Colleague

My colleague, my friend, for blog purposes he shall be called James. Yes James, that’s a very good name for your average builder bloke. After years and one child in the same relationship they split, they got back together again, they split, they got back together again, and they split etc. no doubt it still isn’t over. Either way, he’s been a friend for years and I decided to help him get back on the wagon. We enjoyed a few nights out, a couple of non- sexual sleepovers, a few joints and banter. We even spent the full bank holiday weekend together and it was nice.

Of course eventually this turned into a sexual thing, an awkward, non-romantic, drug and alcohol fuelled sexual encounter. Twice. Once sober… which was nicer.

Clearly the sad, pathetic remnants of a man whose heart is broken, a man who can’t stop talking about his ex, a man constantly on his phone to his ex, whilst we are spending time together… of course this is what gets my pulse racing. Why wouldn’t it? Why would I be attracted to a man in need? Was I even attracted to him or doing him a good deed? I don’t know either way, it happened.

Then shit got weird, in more ways than one.

There were jealous texts exchanged, there were angry phone calls, he asked for my friends number, I fell in love (briefly, well maybe a bit, we can come back to him later) with his friend, things went places they shouldn’t have gone, we didn’t speak, then we apologised and then he got back with her. Then it was all over. We didn’t talk for weeks.

We are okay now, he is single again, I, too notice a pattern. And I would have probably gone there again, I still may, I do like him. There is something special about him sometimes and sometimes he is a twit. Is this all men though? Or does my opinion on him change depending what mood I am in? Either way, sleeping together didn’t ruin it, I think it would have happened eventually as a curiosity thing but it won’t happen again. He thinks the banter and any compliments I fire his way means I want to jump his bones. Do I?

I suppose the big question is; Does allowing a colleague to use your vagina as a comfort blanket cause tension in the workplace?

No, not really, I’m at the big girls office now and don’t see the guys on site as much as I used to. This is unfortunate as the lunch-time-loo-hump is still a mission incomplete.