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Dear Diary, Life can really be such a big deal some times! I mean, in the midst of earning a living, seeing to the well being of family, escorting pregnant friends to antenatal and keeping an eye out for the man of my dreams, how can a girl fit in a manicure and a facial, forget the one-hour massage?!
Somebody remind me once again why abstinence and an alcohol free life are such a good idea. Why should I have to work up a sweat on a treadmill, with every muscle in my body crying out in protest every step of the way, when there are other, more creative ways to work up a sweat? Why do I have to rely on sheer will power and a sense of humor to have a good time at a party when I can simply find it at the bottom of a bottle of Smirnoff Ice? Somebody tell me?! Okay, okay. I have been complaining and bitching all week. I think I’m just irritable. Maybe it’s my time of the month. At least I have something to blame it all on, but what’s Will’s excuse? Okay, maybe I should not have yelled back at him that last time when he asked me for the umpth time if I had made his flight arrangements for his trip to South Africa. I mean, I am not an airhead. I may have blond-streaked extensions in my hair right now, but that does not mean I am a natural blond! But still, maybe I should not have brought in his anatomy and questioned his parentage when I yelled at him. Oh well. That’s probably why he agreed to give me the next day off. The day I had planned to spend doing nothing but lazing around. I had planned to wake up no earlier than 10 o’clock, shower and dress only to go to block busters and rent my self the entire Friends series then spend the rest of the day at home, gorging on corn flakes and maybe have a pizza delivered later on. But no such luck. The whole world and their cousin decided to call me and on hearing that I was at home, decided I needed company. By lunchtime, my house had seven people instead of one. Everyone came to update me on their sex lives, their boyfriend troubles, on who is now sleeping with whom and how their ex is taking it. I mean really. Do I really need to know all the details? Though I would love to hear what Austella is going to do when she hears that Oscar and Margaret are now an item. And yes, Prisca has left Frank – again – but it looks like it’s for good this time coz she took the TV and VCR as well as everything in the kitchen. Apparently, the penny has not yet dropped for Frank and he has not gone after her yet. By 20:00, I had a full-fledged party going on. I have no idea where the food came from, but the booze was flowing like the Zambezi. Damn. Maybe I’ll have a glass. Of wine. Okay, Armarula. That has milk in it. It can pass as a health drink. Just a glass in so many days does not count right? Still, I had fun. So much fun, that I had to wear sunglasses to work today. (Please do not ask me to explain that). Will gave me a funny look but said nothing. Maybe he was still wondering if I was still having PMS. He was all formal and business-like the whole morning, until I took him to the airport. Just before he boarded the plane, he pulled my glasses off and kissed me. Yes, that’s right. And not a peck, but a full fledged kiss – or as full fledged as it can get without my active participation. My entire being just went into shock. “Miss me some okay?” was all he said before replacing my glasses and walking away. I still do not know whether to be upset at such liberties, or to just take it like a woman and be flattered. I thought we had agreed though, to keep our relationship strictly business and platonic. Does that mean he wants to review those laws? Do I want him to? Am I really ready to get involved with some one – never mind my boss! – again? Damn him. He’ll be gone for a whole two weeks and I’ll have nothing to do but think about this. Damn him. Unless, of course, I decide to drown my thoughts…. Damn him!
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