I ended up talking to Little My at lunch today, because I'd nothing better to say I asked if her and Rap Superstar hit it off on Friday night.
She said that they had but that that was old news. He wanted a good time but she was after mister right now. She looked all confused after she'd said it, like she'd missed a joke, so she repeated it with swear words but still didn't get where the joke should be.
Anyway, she fancied Kissy Boy now, like all the office girls.
I asked her who Kissy Boy was?
She said he was the office hunk.
What about me? I thought. Surely no one called Kissy Boy can be hotter than me.
She pointed Kissy Boy out to me later. He was posing around the office all bleached teeth and steroid arms hanging out of his Ironic T-Shirt. I told Little My that Kissy Boy used steroids so his dick wouldn't work. She said I was just jealous. I suppose she had a point, and I couldn't believe that I was trying to get Little My to like me over Kissy Boy, when the truth was that if she did I'd probably tell her a big list of why she should go back to fancying Kissy Boy.
I've been too busy trying to get to grips with my job I haven't taken the time to look round for a Mrs. Tuesday Kid.
There's bound to be one.
I will find her, no matter what occurs.
