I went to a training day yesterday, made a beeline for the exceptionally attractive guy with the way too cool hair cut - well hack really.
The first hour was great, butterflies, gentle flirting, a few giggles. Very nice distraction from what I was meant to be doing. He was 6"2 edgy looking, athletic build, amazingly green eyes, I'd fucked him a dozen times by the time the first break came around.
Then I made the mistake of asking him what he was doing before his current job. He'd been travelling '...doing South America' and '..finished my degree in psychology' and '...just started work 5 weeks ago'.
Instantly I lost interest, changed seat, started working. It made me realise a few things; 1 - I'm not 21 anymore 2 - He wouldn't have been interested in what I wanted anyway 3 - I'm seriously losing my touch.
Help! My friend said I live my life like a pinball machine - perpeptually bouncing from one fella to another. Its true.