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Lesson well and truly learned. Never again.
And she worked about three feet away from me.
Best of luck with that M
at least the workplace was someone else's house, tbf
hope you get through it okay
Bit like Richard and Judy
I think fucking Miss Finnegan in the mouth had something to do with all the later awkwardness
Might not work out as bad as you'd think though.
Only time I ever had a pain-free break-up was when she decided she was going to emigrate to Spain because we'd split and she left 3 weeks later.
All the best guv
all my stuff is here
Number one rule: don't be a dick or give any ammunition to be perceived by ANYONE as being a bad guy.
nothing much I can do about that
In the workplace / floating weather map
or u just never, ever breakup
just please be safe.
And cease to worry about any other office based situations
Null and void , bit like Mehodor and his PA
But it hadn't been going long enough to be a "relationship". Still fuckin tough
Wasn't really awkward as such but being in an awkward situation made it very difficult to take her to task on various changes to her lifestyle that I felt were having an adverse effect on said band (i.e. ludicrous coke habit).
knowing her, knowing you
it's the best you can do
Except she also lives 5 floors below me (ESL teachers). Regularly bump into each other on nights out as well, in a city of 10 million ffs. It's mostly fine now, only by virtue of us resolutely ignoring each other. First 6 weeks will suck all manner of sweaty balls though.
Did it once. She'd just joined the company & got chatting to her at a company party one evening. Lovely girl and newly separated from her husband who sounded like a right knobhead. Fell totally head over heels like I'd never fallen before. Didn't know what hit me. We had this amazing affair, I supposed you'd call it, for about 5 weeks, then just before we were due to go to Paris for a weekend she announced that she wanted to try again with her husband (she was Catholic & her family frowned on divorce...or maybe 5 weeks of me made her husband seem not so bad after all). We went to Paris anyway. It was both amazing and unbearable.
We worked together for another 18 months after that. My desk was near reception so I'd occasionally see flowers arrive for her from her husband. It was hell.
she probably thinks of you whist they are 'doing it'
that sounds... totally bleak man