We sat down and had lunch, and the whole time he was being so nice to me and making me laugh. It got to the point where I thought "Nope, you silly girl you're not going to do it are you?" and I really thought I wasn't going to say those words out loud. Once we got outside to go back to our respective offices, I took a deep breath (actually with my dodgy chest it was more like a series of little puffs!) and said it all. I could feel the tears coming on, but managed to say what had been bothering me for several weeks. David Beckham took it pretty well, I think maybe he knew something wasn't right. And he confirmed I'd done the right thing when he said "No one, no matter how serious, will be part of my family". I understand his choice but it's not something I can live with. It did mean a lot to me that he said he'd still love to be part of my life as a friend. That was a silver lining from an otherwise terrible situation.
After a fairly traumatic day, the plan was to hit the pub to celebrate 30 years for Irish and possibly partake in one of more of the following:
- Excessive consumption of alcohol
- Tipsy txting to members of the opposite sex
- Random snogs with boys
One week on and I'm still recovering from this lurgy (with a chest infection just to round things off). I thought it would be unfair to the world to go this long without some sort of male-related drama/action in my life. So tonight I'm going out with a former colleague of my bestie. He's Welsh. And he's also on a graduate programme in the City. I think that gives you an indication of his age. Ha.
Cough cough, I hope I last the weekend!
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