and so on and on.......
I am being an absolute, complete and amazingly stupid idiot.
I have accepted the invitation to the drink, which in other language, is a date.

I do like him, I know I do. I MUST DO. I DONT WANT TO.
Although i know i do, because i look over, when i think hes not looking. I want him to text me, and although he is quite...not blessed in the asthetics department. I want to have sex with him!
Not to the point where i think about it, and fantasise about it. But where, i feel a little bit horny.
But then i think about his face. And wince. I have something v.wrong with me.
But still i continue to lead him on with my suggestive texts, about how im naked, and hes got a dirty mind.
But then to stop it start talking about my fav. cheese. What in god's name is that about?

He said that tomorow at the office, he is going to feign a training situation so i can go for a chat with him
and arrange our 'date'. I really dont want to.
I feel this is not wise at all. WHOOPS.