And They Call It Puppy Love

Again, for this to make any logical sense you may want to read the previous few blogs J

By the time me and Him went our separate ways I was working as an Estate Agent in Walsall. It was kind of a job I fell into. I had left uni because I hated it and was working full time in a pub which although I loved was not good financially. My mom pushed me to get a ‘proper’ job and so when ‘Trainee Estate Agent’ was advertised in the local paper I applied, never thinking I would get it. Seventy people applied and for some reason they offered me the position.

Some few months into working there I was sat at my desk, just me and the two girls Kirsty and Charlotte. Most days we messed about not getting much done, we were working in a much better market, houses did in fact sell themselves back then. I was sat looking onto the depressing Bridge Street with it’s boarded up shops, gutters full of litter, streets full of tramps, thinking that there must be more to life than this. Then someone walked past. I don’t know what it was but he was the sexiest person I had ever seen in my life. He didn’t notice me but I followed him all the way down the street completely transfixed. ‘Kirsty did you see him’ I whispered, still glued to the window, unable to look away even though he was long gone. I don’t think she even heard me. After some discussion neither girls knew who he was which was far from helpful. I sat there for at least half an hour waiting for him to come and when he did I couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked at me and immediately looked to the floor. ‘Nice’ Charlotte said, ‘Very smooth dick head’.

That night when I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about him, it drove me crazy, I kept daydreaming and drifting off, I felt quite pathetic.

The next day I waited and waited for lunch time and eventually he walked past all suited and booted. So we decided between us he must work on the street. When he walked back up the road he looked at me again, he held my gaze for a little while longer before turning away. He had the most beautiful brown eyes, big and deep enough to drown in. Kirsty left the office then and crossed the road following him up the road. I could have died inside and I prayed to God, Allah, Mohammed and Buddha that he wouldn’t see her.

When she came back in she advised me that he worked at the recruitment company six shops up. I could have killed her but deep down I was smiling.

A few days later, and after more longing looks out of the window, we decided to order lunch from the café up the road. We liked it because they delivered and meant no one had to leave the relative comfort of their desks. When Chris, the café owner, dropped our lunch in I asked him about the mysterious man from the recruitment company, his exact reply was ‘His name is Jason, and Simon, if you fancy him don’t bother he’s married’. I shouldn’t have been bothered but I felt crushed. This was not a normal reaction.

This staring at each other went on for weeks, sometimes I wouldn’t see him, sometimes we would miss each other, but he always looked in even when I wasn’t there according to the girls. Charlotte said that he fancied me, but how could he if he was married?

One day I went out to fetch our lunch and I went early, about twelve as I knew he generally walked past around twelve thirty. I was just at the counter purchasing some sandwiches when he walked in.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

He looked at me some more before he said hello. I’m not sure what I said in reply, all I remember is grabbing my stuff and getting out that shop as quick as I could. When I got back to the office I felt like such a pratt, I must have looked a complete and utter fool!

As time went on I noticed him staring at me more and more and he often smiled and eventually I think I managed a smile back, although according to Kirsty I looked constipated.

Then one day, for reasons I can’t now remember, I found myself at work alone. I was busy filing some papers away, the radio was on and I was singing (badly) to REM, Losing My Religion, when the door to the office opened. Without looking I said ‘hang on I’ll be with you in…’ but I never finished my sentence because as I turned around Jason was stood in front of me. I had never believed in love at first, I still don’t think it truly exists, but when I saw him my heart missed a beat, I became hot and bothered, unable to form a logical and coherent sentence. To this day I cannot remember what I actually said, he asked about letting his flat out and I gave him our lettings number, it turned out later that a number I knew and used ten times a day was not the number I wrote on the compliment slip for him.

In the end Charlotte announced she had had enough so one night she made us follow him up the road to where he parked his car, it was a soft top Renault Meganne, I knew and still know, frig all about cars but I knew it was nice and I actually said ‘if that’s really his car I’d marry him tomorrow’. The next day Charlotte wrote a note, a really silly school boy thing to do, but, as she reminded me, we had run out of options. So she ran up the road that very Friday afternoon and placed the note with my number under his windscreen. That night after work we decided to go down to Yates to await what, if any, response I would get.

There we sat, three people, three cokes, one table and high hopes.

Then eventually after an age, my phone beeped. It was a message from him. He asked who it was. I refused to say in case I made myself look stupid so I told him I was male and that if he wasn’t that way inclined I understood and I was sorry for wasting my time. He eventually replied saying that he was married but was flattered. I have to admit, although I tried not to show it, I was gutted. I didn’t really think I was in love with him but I had never felt like this before. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, my heart skipped when I saw him I was a pathetic mess if his name was mentioned, in the words of Sophie Ellis-Bextor, ‘if this aint love I don’t know what is’.

By the time I got home he had text me three times asking who I was, I wondered why, if he was married and straight that it mattered and I asked him to just let it go as I felt so stupid over the whole thing, but he wouldn’t, so in the end I told him.

We text each other for hours that night and it was obvious that he wasn’t as straight as he made out. He also told me that although he was married, his wife had left him some twelve months previous because she apparently said she didn’t love him anymore. At about one in the morning he called me and we spoke for hours and although I didn’t know him it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I knew I had to be up for work early but I just didn’t care I wanted to speak to him forever. We agreed to meet for lunch the next day as I was at work but he was off, I had never felt so excited.

Needless to say the lunch date went well and because we both had weekend plans he asked if he could see me the following Monday evening, of course I agreed. When Monday finally came we went back to his apartment and we spent an amazing night together, chatting and finding out everything about each other.

At the end of the night he told me he loved me, I told him I loved him too. Maybe it was too soon, but I knew I meant it, I had loved him for months.

TO BE CONTINUED…