My favourite singer will be having his concert here next month. Unfortunately, none of my friends are available to go. Either they are away on that week or it is just not their cup of tea.
Just my luck, eh? Sigh...
For today I wished how nice it’d be if I had a boyfriend. Not only I get to drag him along, he’d be paying for the tickets. *grins*
To add salt to my wound, I was told that I’d have a new deal this week, with structure I’m not familiar with, on top of my current work. I was already on the verge on thinking why I am still in this role. That was up until the meeting I had this morning. The MD leading this project looks like:
He looks damn good in his suit and I could sense he has a nice built underneath. (Un)fortunately, there was no ring in sight, which makes it harder to focus. Complex or not, I’d definitely not mind to be involved in this deal, especially knowing I’d be working closely with him. *fanning herself*
It was probably the best Monday I had so far. *winks*
So if next time I feel like leaving my profession, can you please remind me why I shouldn’t? *LOL*
Now, back to this concert, maybe I should put up an advert, “boyfriend for hire for a night. To accompany to a concert. Must portray he enjoys the show i.e. memorises most of the popular songs and sings along. Must send the lady back to her home. Whether she invites him for coffee is up to his performance throughout the concert.”