Sep 21, 2007 22:30
At annual NS call-ups, you see the same old faces year after year, and immediately you segue into a familiarity established over the years and yet, it is only on a superficial level at the surface, for you realise that you hardly know anything about the other party, save for some nuggets of information gleaned from casual small talk.
And so it was that I kept to myself, whilst the others were engaging in fervent communication, only joining in when the conversation was steered in my direction.
And then there'd come reason why I try to stay out of the picture, when talking points get round to work, and mine only gets them all hot under the collar with their nurse-patient fantasies played out in living colour.
Accusations fly fast and furious when I deny that there are pretty young things in tight uniforms and I'm fingered for wanting to keep them for myself and not wanting to share.
Little do they know how my private fantasies unravel in a different tangent...
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