Wicked (Then: Aug 2008)

Summer 2008 rolls around. I think longingly of the times I used to work at sea and spend the season sailing around Alaska. Now I am stuck working at BBC Television Centre which was designed in the 60's and in a state of disrepair. My desk is placed strategically next to a door which has been sealed of with a poster proclaiming cheerfully "Asbestos do not enter!". The building is riddled with mice. The highlight of my month was when the canteen started to serve carrot and corrianda soup at lunchtime. The lowlight was getting stuck in an elevator with Bruce Fortsyth for 20 minutes.

Im still pining over my Jewish ex. I read up on customs such as Hanukkah and Yom Kippur. I come to the conclusion that as cultures go, its not the most fun. And at the end of the day, you just cant pretend to be something that you arent. Yet it didnt stop me from wishing circumstances were different.

I was getting constant texts from Jack who wanted the follow up date that I had agreed to. My strategy was to mostly ignore him or be evasive. I didnt see the point of leading the guy on when I wasnt interested and only wanted friendship when it was obvious he wanted more. I didnt feel too bad about this as I had come to the conclusion that he was quite the player. He  found out that I had never seen "Wicked" and that musical theatre was a passion of mine. I received many texts and messages offering to accompany to the show. In the meantime, photographs of him draped around various other chicks appeared on his facebook page which deepened my urge to stay clear of him. Finally I get a text from him at the end of August telling me he is going to Iraq and he is sitting at the airport thinking of me. Feeling guilty I agree to meet him when he gets back in October.