Bad Day . . . Bad Night
Bad Day . . . Bad Night
S had called several times since he’d returned from holiday and we’d arranged to meet on Wednesday evening straight from work.
As the week had begun with the Bank Holiday our previous day had begun with catch-up items from the previous weeks meetings and project schedules but had passed-by uneventually. I’d arrived at the office in the morning feeling in good spirits having chatted to S on the phone as I’d walked from the station and arranging to meet him in Islington as he was working in the area for the week. My day changed almost immediately though as I was asked to bring all the files of one of our current projects to the Directors office. The client was unhappy with progress and the campaign so far and why hadn’t I kept them up-to-date with problems and complaints. As in fact I hadn’t been aware of the client’s dissatisfaction I was caught completely unawares and mystified and upset that my own team hadn’t communicated any such issues.
In any campaign there are inevitably changes, concerns and unrealistic schedules but I wasn’t aware of any of these with this particular project and with my embarrassment (and inner anger with my colleagues) I felt myself stuttering and floundering from one sentence to the next. I had never felt so upset and lost in such a situation before and left the meeting feeling that my confidence had been completely shattered. I had to detour to the washroom to stop myself shaking and compose myself before returning to my own office.
The rest of the day flashed by in emergency-recovery mode with all of the team pouring out all their arguments and disagreements. No breaks, no lunch, just arguments, emails and telephone calls. I was shattered and as well as not needing the pressure of having to leave “on-time” I just didn’t feel in the mood . . . I even quickly called J to say I felt I would really have to call the meeting off. But he said that S would probably have already booked a room, and that I would be fine, and probably even “needed an exciting evening” !
I waited for S at the Angel Tube as agreed and became further annoyed when he called to say he was running late as he had to move his car from his temporarily allocated spot and find on-street parking, which was proving difficult. He eventually arrived and we walked the short distance to the restaurant he’d suggested. I knew we were supposed to be chatting about our respective holidays . . . but I launched into the events of my day and spent the rest of the meal just blurting on and on about what had happened. S was, as he always is, the perfect listener and just kept topping-up my wine and offering words of comfort and advice. I knew I wasn’t being the best of company and was picking at my food . . . but just being able to talk about things helped my frame of mind and the subject eventually changed to his holiday and the children’s exam results which we’d all collected during the previous week.
I was feeling much happier as we walked to the car and started our journey to our, by now, regular hotel. I joked that we were virtually passing our front doors to drive to the hotel. S asked if I wanted just to go home, and I thought I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice, so I tried to stop making any more silly comments for the rest of the journey. I was also conscious that I’d drunk almost the whole of the wine (as he was driving) and that perhaps I was just a little “tipsy”.
When we got to our room I tried to be assertive and responsive as we sat on the bed and embraced, but I knew I still wasn’t feeling at my most relaxed. We showered and I slid onto the bed on my tummy as soon as he pulled back the bedclothes. It had that tight, fresh and clean feeling on my skin and as he began to massage my shoulders I told him it was really nice and relaxing. He continued rubbing and squeezing and I was really enjoying the feeling of his palms pushing against my shoulder blades and up to my neck. He started rubbing his fingers through my hair on the back of my head and then up to my scalp and it felt really lovely and relaxing. I was telling him how nice and soothing it was and as I lay my cheek down on the pillow I asked him to rub down my back again. His hands continued up and down my back and over the cheeks of my bum and then down my legs to the backs of my knees and further down to my ankles. I asked him to do my feet and it just felt so, so lovely and relaxing . . .
The next thing I remember was him shaking me by my shoulders and telling me we had to leave as “it was after midnight” and my phone had been ringing. I sat-up with a start, confused and embarrassed . . . I’d fallen so soundly asleep that he’d left me lying there and had lay down beside me. The ringing on my mobile, was just the alarm I always set when I am going “out for an evening” to remind me it is time to be going home, but in this case I’d dozed-off into such a deep sleep that I hadn’t heard it. S said he’d tried to wake me on several occasions but I’d been snoring and “looked so peaceful” that he hadn’t wanted to shake me too hard.
I often do doze-off after sex, (we both do), but the fact that I’d fallen asleep just from his massage, was embarrassing and I was apologizing and telling him how sorry and embarrassed I was and that I hadn’t meant to. I tried reaching down to stroke him, but he wasn’t aroused and he was telling me that it didn’t matter, and that I’d obviously been exhausted from my day, and that it was late and we really had to be going home.
We dressed and drove home with me feeling worse by the minute, and continuing to apologise despite S trying to joke it off and talk about other things. I kissed him as passionately as I could in the car as he dropped me off, promising to make it up to him, but he just told me there was nothing to apologise for.
J was awake and waiting for me naked on the sofa, with a glass of wine, as he normally does. But I just wanted to cuddle up to him and tell him that the whole day, and night, had been a disaster and that I really should have cancelled with S, as I had wanted to. I spent the next hour going through, not only my bad day at work, but now “to make it worse” my embarrassment at falling asleep with S. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to end the evening with J in the way we normally would after I’d been “out for an evening” . . . so I ended-up feeling I’d disappointed two men in one night !!
Not the best of my experiences . . . but . . .
S sent me a lovely text the next morning . . . I replied that I still felt really embarrassed and promised to make things up to him next time!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
S had called several times since he’d returned from holiday and we’d arranged to meet on Wednesday evening straight from work.
As the week had begun with the Bank Holiday our previous day had begun with catch-up items from the previous weeks meetings and project schedules but had passed-by uneventually. I’d arrived at the office in the morning feeling in good spirits having chatted to S on the phone as I’d walked from the station and arranging to meet him in Islington as he was working in the area for the week. My day changed almost immediately though as I was asked to bring all the files of one of our current projects to the Directors office. The client was unhappy with progress and the campaign so far and why hadn’t I kept them up-to-date with problems and complaints. As in fact I hadn’t been aware of the client’s dissatisfaction I was caught completely unawares and mystified and upset that my own team hadn’t communicated any such issues.
In any campaign there are inevitably changes, concerns and unrealistic schedules but I wasn’t aware of any of these with this particular project and with my embarrassment (and inner anger with my colleagues) I felt myself stuttering and floundering from one sentence to the next. I had never felt so upset and lost in such a situation before and left the meeting feeling that my confidence had been completely shattered. I had to detour to the washroom to stop myself shaking and compose myself before returning to my own office.
The rest of the day flashed by in emergency-recovery mode with all of the team pouring out all their arguments and disagreements. No breaks, no lunch, just arguments, emails and telephone calls. I was shattered and as well as not needing the pressure of having to leave “on-time” I just didn’t feel in the mood . . . I even quickly called J to say I felt I would really have to call the meeting off. But he said that S would probably have already booked a room, and that I would be fine, and probably even “needed an exciting evening” !
I waited for S at the Angel Tube as agreed and became further annoyed when he called to say he was running late as he had to move his car from his temporarily allocated spot and find on-street parking, which was proving difficult. He eventually arrived and we walked the short distance to the restaurant he’d suggested. I knew we were supposed to be chatting about our respective holidays . . . but I launched into the events of my day and spent the rest of the meal just blurting on and on about what had happened. S was, as he always is, the perfect listener and just kept topping-up my wine and offering words of comfort and advice. I knew I wasn’t being the best of company and was picking at my food . . . but just being able to talk about things helped my frame of mind and the subject eventually changed to his holiday and the children’s exam results which we’d all collected during the previous week.
I was feeling much happier as we walked to the car and started our journey to our, by now, regular hotel. I joked that we were virtually passing our front doors to drive to the hotel. S asked if I wanted just to go home, and I thought I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice, so I tried to stop making any more silly comments for the rest of the journey. I was also conscious that I’d drunk almost the whole of the wine (as he was driving) and that perhaps I was just a little “tipsy”.
When we got to our room I tried to be assertive and responsive as we sat on the bed and embraced, but I knew I still wasn’t feeling at my most relaxed. We showered and I slid onto the bed on my tummy as soon as he pulled back the bedclothes. It had that tight, fresh and clean feeling on my skin and as he began to massage my shoulders I told him it was really nice and relaxing. He continued rubbing and squeezing and I was really enjoying the feeling of his palms pushing against my shoulder blades and up to my neck. He started rubbing his fingers through my hair on the back of my head and then up to my scalp and it felt really lovely and relaxing. I was telling him how nice and soothing it was and as I lay my cheek down on the pillow I asked him to rub down my back again. His hands continued up and down my back and over the cheeks of my bum and then down my legs to the backs of my knees and further down to my ankles. I asked him to do my feet and it just felt so, so lovely and relaxing . . .
The next thing I remember was him shaking me by my shoulders and telling me we had to leave as “it was after midnight” and my phone had been ringing. I sat-up with a start, confused and embarrassed . . . I’d fallen so soundly asleep that he’d left me lying there and had lay down beside me. The ringing on my mobile, was just the alarm I always set when I am going “out for an evening” to remind me it is time to be going home, but in this case I’d dozed-off into such a deep sleep that I hadn’t heard it. S said he’d tried to wake me on several occasions but I’d been snoring and “looked so peaceful” that he hadn’t wanted to shake me too hard.
I often do doze-off after sex, (we both do), but the fact that I’d fallen asleep just from his massage, was embarrassing and I was apologizing and telling him how sorry and embarrassed I was and that I hadn’t meant to. I tried reaching down to stroke him, but he wasn’t aroused and he was telling me that it didn’t matter, and that I’d obviously been exhausted from my day, and that it was late and we really had to be going home.
We dressed and drove home with me feeling worse by the minute, and continuing to apologise despite S trying to joke it off and talk about other things. I kissed him as passionately as I could in the car as he dropped me off, promising to make it up to him, but he just told me there was nothing to apologise for.
J was awake and waiting for me naked on the sofa, with a glass of wine, as he normally does. But I just wanted to cuddle up to him and tell him that the whole day, and night, had been a disaster and that I really should have cancelled with S, as I had wanted to. I spent the next hour going through, not only my bad day at work, but now “to make it worse” my embarrassment at falling asleep with S. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to end the evening with J in the way we normally would after I’d been “out for an evening” . . . so I ended-up feeling I’d disappointed two men in one night !!
Not the best of my experiences . . . but . . .
S sent me a lovely text the next morning . . . I replied that I still felt really embarrassed and promised to make things up to him next time!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary