I spotted Matthew going out to lunch today so I intercepted him. He was only going for a sandwich but it gave me the opportunity to fiddle with my collar and distract him while the delicatessen made it. I asked him if he was coming out after work and he said he might because his girlfriend’s away. I wasn’t sure if that was an opening to something else or not, but if so then I’m not interested.

Ha came along to the pub and said something about how I was really hitting it off with Matthew and was there anything there. I told her about meeting his fiancée and the wedding and she seemed totally taken aback that we were “just friends”. She told me that she had a male friend like that that she’d known for years and they told each other everything. I sometimes wonder if that’s really true – that neither person wants something else – but I suppose it depends how long they’ve been like that.

Oh yeah: and I ran this morning. It’s just what I do now.

It was breezy today so I went for trousers and a sweater, but I took full advantage by going to talk to Matthew and letting it conveniently slide off my shoulder. If that didn’t tell him I was braless underneath then nothing would.

As if he had to make sure I got the message he told me that they’d set a date for the wedding (next June) and I nodded. Somehow we’ve reached some kind of agreement where he’s okay with me flirting with him as long as I’m okay with not getting a response. It’s fun.

Pilates really upsets the exhibitionism drive, but I suppose it makes me appreciate those days more. I’m starting to think my stomach is maybe a bit flatter, or maybe more muscular. Maybe I’m imagining it.

This morning was on-site day at the start-up, and I did something very naughty… I put on a shorter skirt, that didn’t even reach my socks, and packed a longer one in my bag for the afternoon back at the office.

I felt like a little doll sitting at the desk with a couple of young men around me making sure I had everything I needed. All that for just two inches of bare thigh! I reckon they’d give me the company if I took anything else off (although I’m not sure how much their company is really worth, having seen the accounts).

On the way out of their building I changed into the long skirt and went back to my usual desk with a smile on my lips. That afternoon Brian said the start-up had been in touch and they think they might need me in for a full day each week from now on. Result!

I went for a run before work, while it was still a bit dark. It’s amazing how busy it is, but I suppose six-thirty isn’t that early for some people.

Even if I’m crap at it I do feel energised afterwards and I noticed a guy on the tub staring at the v-neck of my blouse. I had wondered if maybe I should wear a bra, just to get a bit more cleavage, but it seems that men will pretty much stare at any patch of bare skin that crosses their eyeline.

Jo actually wore a dress in the office today. I mean, it was a very nice professional dress, not like a ballgown, but it still stood out. It had never occurred to me before so I guess I’ll be back in the shops again soon. She’s a bit thinner than me, though, the cow. (The lovely cow.) I was brave enough to tell her how much I liked it and she said “thanks” and that she felt like a change, and then she ran her hands through her long hair and I think every man in the office turned to look. (Cow. Again.)