Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

29 August - Russian Molls

I think this one is priceless. So this Russian female colleague is with us for a couple of days. On the Friday she says to one that she would like to go to the Portobello Road market. He groans but as she's taken him round Moscow on his previous trips he has no choice but to offer to accompany her. His escape route is that he's going to the Chelsea game in the afternoon. However as they meet early at Portobello Rd, when she says she'd like to go see the Diana memorial in Kensington.. he has no choice again but to traipse around with her. Eventually the time comes for him to leave her to it and go to the game so she asks (re. her plans for the evening) 'Do you know any rich single guys? Preferably bankers?' The poor guy is in IT so he probably feels like a pointless filler except that he's happily married to a lovely woman already and Russian colleague is not one of the pseudo Bond girls one imagines, but an altogether plainer one.
He said he didn't know what to say to her... Am dying to call her and find out which five star hotel she may eventually have gone to get a drink at... and if she was successful. I mean, am sure she's resourceful and would have got to that solution in one easy mental step. But you have to admire people who don't beat about the bush about what they seek.

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