Weighty Issues!

I hate glass doors! The entrance to the office building where The Viking's company is situated has glass doors. Nice clean glass doors that are horribly reflective. In fact they double as a full length mirror which is something I don't possess... and after this experience never want to possess. Each morning I walk in here I am "treated" to a view of myself, complete with rather ample thighs. And I am horrified. After having been exposed to the Super Thin and Flyboy's nauseated face when he saw me in a swimming costume, this is a torturous experience for my rapidly deteriorating ego. Oh goodie, I have become a neurotic woman!

Another weighty issue not involving lipids is the one raised by Proteas and Edelweiss. She is experiencing romantic vibrations across her computer screen each time The Viking is mentioned. *sigh* I honestly wish there were sordid details to report but alas, I think my thighs would scare off the most desperate man. Hell, they scare the living daylights out of me!

The Viking and I have a history dating back to mid-2003. We worked together at an IT orientated company and we became very firm friends. At the time he was seriously involved and I was single. A while later the roles were reversed. So, what was it? Bad timing? No chemistry? Who knows! Apart from being tall, blonde and gorgeous he is the perfect gentleman, has a wicked sense of humour and a sense of values that I can only admire and respect. Having said that I have to say something to knock him down to size because he is becoming frightfully swollen headed because of my blog. So, Viking, your fly is open!