Attack of the ISO

It's a three day weekend over here which is quite a relief after all my problems at work recently. I desperately need that time off from work. Let me tell you a secret. I'm definitely no workaholic! If I ever manage to get a half-decent boyfriend who'd support me, I'd ditch my job to become a full-time househusband. :)

After my recent fall to the Dark Side, I wondered whether it would be possible to return to the land of the clean-cut and partially decent. After he called to tell me he was coming over to catch some DVDs, it was with some trepidation that I agreed to have my ISO over. It isn't exactly easy to talk to a guy you just brazenly felt up in the theatre ( like a desperately daft but utterly shameless hussy/slut ) especially when it's an ex you broke up with not too long ago.

Thankfully for once my ISO remained the perfect gentleman and made no mention of my fall from grace. Still I maintained a hopefully platonic conversation, ruthlessly censoring even the veriest whisper of sex in my speech - which was a little difficult since I usually had some raunchy conversations with my friends. Shameless Shalom and Graceless Grace remained thankfully oblivious throughout the night. Obviously, they were much too engrossed with the crazy activities of four retired ladies in the Golden Girls.

Apparently, thinking that I was safe from his probing questions in the presence of innocent bystanders was a fatal mistake since I continued receiving wickedly suggestive messages all night long on the phone. How could he possibly maintain that perfectly straight face while thinking such lewd, explicit thoughts! And I could have sworn he had this horrible smirk all the while.



Still he didn't mention anything at all - to my utter relief! Then again perhaps the damn bastard means to torture me by saying nothing!