Today two people have told me I currently have a one track mind.
The first one was a work colleague, the first one I told about my split with barely husband. We had the following conversation:
“Is that why you’ve been so aggressive in meetings, threatening to bite people’s heads off and all?” he asked me straight away.
“No, not really. It’s been a while and things have settled now,” I told him. I have a natural fiery temper and when things are not done right, I am not the most patient person as I demonstrated here.
“I don’t mean you being upset. I mean the sexual frustration. It makes you angrier.”
At his words, I burst out laughing. I don’t tend to hold back on my cackles and this one came out loud and hearty.
Can it be? I know my dirty thoughts (funny or not) have at least tripled.
He told me it all made sense, including the dildo that appeared in my office. That was a joke when I may or may not have put an enormous dildo in another colleague’s drawer… It’s too big for me so I decided to have another type of fun with it. I know…
Second time, I was in the group chat with my Wattpad friends, talking about the possibility of the friend who currently lives in London moving up to Leeds.
I immediately requested weekends out at the Revolucion de Cuba, the bar I took them to on our girly weekend there. The 2-4-1 cocktails there are awesome!
J immediately said I have a one track mind.
“More like two track mind, it seems,” I replied. “I think about sex and alcohol. As I’m not getting any sex, I go for the alcohol.”
Laughter all around. They know what I’m like.