21 December, 2001 - 4:08 p.m.

I'm sure I don't stand alone when I say that I wish weekends lasted longer, and there were only, say, 2 working days. Now that's what I call livin' la vida loca.

Have I ever mentioned my distaste for Ricky Martin? No? Well, now I have, and now you know. The world makes sense once again. Hoorah.

I realise this has so far been extremely disjointed, but sitting in the office at 4:11pm on a Friday afternoon will do that to ones brain.

One thing this Friday afternoon hasn't eradicated from my mind, though, is the situation with the office guy. I will admit that it's kind of unfair to call it a "situation" as such, seeing as there probably isn't one. He hasn't said a word about it to me, and vice versa. It's almost like it never happened. And once again, like in the previous entry, I'd like to say that I do realise that that's the point of a one night stand .. but it's an awful lot harder to have a one night stand when you have to face the person at work five days a week. I have a sneaking suspicion that it would have been a lot easier to handle if he were just a stranger.

Don't get me wrong, though .. I'm not comending that sort of behaviour.

.. then again, I never would have thought that I would be the one to go hopping into bed with a guy from my office, either, so I guess my values stand at diddlysquat nil on the scoreboard of life.

I did get a couple of emails asking me about that "wonderful guy" and what happened with him. Here's the deal - it's a funny story .. no, wait, it's actually not. It turns out he already has a girlfriend. She had been over in the UK for the past three months, and he claims that when he invited me out to lunch that first time, it was purely as friends.

Bollocks to that.

But in all fairness, maybe it was. Maybe I read entirely too much into his goodhearted and innocent intentions. Maybe I hate the way this has all turned out, and I'm wondering once again what the hell is the matter with me.

The laments all end up sounding the same after awhile, though, don't you think? And the constant drone of the thoughts in my head don't seem to relinquish any quick and easy answers.

I guess he just wasn't the one. Sure it makes me a little sad - I'm not a robot after all. I guess in the end, it just all boils down to the fact that I'm one guy closer to finding the one for me .. and as cheesy as that sounds, that's the way I guess everybody's got to view finding their ultimate match.

Completely off the topic .. I still have office guys' shirt from last Friday night. Hey, it was cold out when I left him sleeping in his bed - and seeing as I was hardly dressed to go traipsing around in 5 degree weather, I just pulled on the closest long sleeved thing I could find. Jeeze, you make it sound like I sniff womens underwear, or something. Eww.

.. enough of that nonsense *reprimanding look*

The question that I pose to you is that if he hasn't brought up the subject, and I don't know how to bring it up, then how do I go about returning his shirt?