So I'd like to say I was helpless, but really, I could have just said no and walked out at any time. Anyway, I can't really remember all of the terms ...he used and his explanations and all that, so this is all going to sound pretty difficult to believe, and you'll probably think I am the most gullible moron around, but I promise you - if you had been there, you probably would have believed it too! He said he suspected a combination of conditions, one of which was anal fissures, or something like. It was nearly nine before we went out for something toeat and drink. It was only then, that I could find out about Megan'sinterview. If successful, she would be the HR manager of a bigaccountancy firm in London. She would be earning about double my salary,at the ripe old age of just twenty seven, brilliant.I left Megan and went back to Mary's, having wished her the best of luckfor the morning.July 7thI met Megan in the afternoon after her interview. She thought it had gonewell. She still. Neither knew who they were going with yet. She looked at him and he was actually looking at her. He smiled for whatever reason. When he smiled right at her she got a little aroused that he had. Come on, she said to herself. Invite him to go with you but how? How should I do it? Do something, she thought. Do anything she told herself but what she wondered should she do. She didn’t know as he sat there and occasionally smiled in her direction. What was it about this guy that he keeps looking at. ‘You do know that booze and cigarettes don’t actually qualify as ‘food’ right?’ She gave Miri a quizzical look, ‘And how did he know about–?’ ‘He assumes the worst when it comes to human behavior,’ Miranda sighed and rubbed her forehead, she could already feel what she was coming to term as ‘A Grey-ache’ setting in, ‘And he’s not usually wrong.’ ‘Charming.’ ‘Yeah, tell me about,’ Miranda looked furtively past Sam, ‘Are we sure he’sgone?’ ‘Yeah, why?’ Sam frowned. ‘I’m clinging to a few shreds.