I can’t believe the lack of a message from someone I’ve barely met is distracting me from all the fun I should be having today. Anyway, I picked another dress out, and wore boots and short socks, and was pleased with myself for keeping the number of items of clothing down again. (Maybe I should set myself a target of reducing by one each week?… Hmmm, that would mean naked by New year? That would be fun, but not practical.)

Anyway, I wonder if the start-up is getting used to me now, or maybe I was just giving off bad vibes.

I ran.

No message from Kieran. I was so disappointed that I got home, closed all the curtains and walked around naked for the evening. The heating was working overtime to make that possible I can tell you.

I got the tube into town to meet Ha. I really didn’t know what to wear… I wanted to push the boundaries a bit, but then she had one idea of me and it might seem a bit odd. In the end I went for boots, longish skirt and a top. But it was cold so I had a sweater over that, and then a coat… Today was not a day for flashing anything to anyone.

I was surprised to see Ha with one of the girls I’d met at the spa (Lily) and a guy I hadn’t met. Apparently it was the lifelong friend she’d told me about. The one question mark I had when she’d told me about him was answered instantly by the way he looked at me: he certainly wasn’t gay.

He stood up and pulled the chair out for me to sit and I felt a little bit gooey inside. He was easily six foot tall and maybe a year or two older than me.

His name was Kieran anyway, and he was nice. And he told me embarrassing stories about Ha when she was young.

Anyway, we talked and ate brunch and we were all about to go our separate ways at the tube station and I was so distracted by Ha suddenly leaning towards Lily and they exchanged a kiss that I hope I didn’t put Kieran off when he suggested he gives me a call sometime and I said “sure”. Because I couldn’t get out of my mind that Ha was a lesbian and I’d never even thought of it. I mean, no reason why she should be, but now I felt weird about hanging around naked in the spa. But Lily was there too… Yeah, I’m a fool, and Ha has set me up good and proper.

But it would be quite nice if Kieran calls.

A lingering hangover clouded the day, and it gets dark so early at this time of year it’s quite depressing. Thankfully the internet is taking care of most of the Christmas shopping.

I got a surprise invite from Ha for brunch tomorrow with friends again, and nothing else is going on so why not?

Today was always the only day of the year that the women in the office weren’t wearing grey skirts and white blouses. Since Jo shook things up that’s changed a bit, but there was still a lot more glamour about the place. Helen on reception had a very sleek black dress on, and Ha’s green dress looked like it was almost painted onto her skin, it was that tight.

I thought this was probably my opportunity to experiment in front of work colleagues, but as it turned out my own dress was somewhat conservative compared to both of those. But the long socks did attract a bit of attention, since I actually was showing some thigh for the first time, and if thin straps didn’t make it clear that I wasn’t wearing a bra then nothing would.

Ha told me I looked really nice, and then freaked me out by running her hand over my hips and saying something about being sneaky with a concealed knickerline! I didn’t dare tell her I had nothing to conceal, but part of me wonders if she knows that already. Especially since I blush so much whenever I think anyone has any inkling… (Which is ridiculous since that’s surely the point of being an exhibitionist?)

Lunch was nice: I had salmon, and maybe a bit too much wine, and I ended up in a drunken conversation with Brian and Jo where Brian told her how great I was and the Tuesday start-up couldn’t get enough of me. Jo looked me up and down as if seeing me in a new light, which I guess she was since I haven’t worn anything this daring in the office. I so want her to like me.

Jo and the other senior people left early and then everything kind of petered out over the course of the evening. I actually had quite an early night.

It’s the office Christmas party tomorrow. I say party, as it’s really just lunch and maybe a drink or two, but it’s an afternoon off so who am I to complain?

I was fixated by the idea of stripping part of a layer off underneath my coat today, but far too chicken to go through with it.

Pilates day. Pain day.

Start-up visit day! Last week my hemline went high, so this week I decided my neckline had to go low. I wore a rich red blouse with a deep v-neck, and accidentally I’d left the top button undone as well. I checked in the mirror and if I leant forwards far enough you could definitely see a nipple, and you could very much tell there was no bra there. It felt really brave.

I was even braver when the operations guy was standing over my shoulder peering at my screen, because I could see in the monitor reflection that half his attention was on the spreadsheet and the other half was peering down at my chest. I leant forwards to point at something and I really want to know how much he could see. Surely most of a breast… it was such a thrill. He bought me lunch anyway.

I was feeling so good at the end of the day that I actually undid all of the buttons on the way out of the building, albeit with my coat wrapped around me. Then on the way home I wished I’d just taken the whole thing off… imagine coming home with just a coat on my torso? Or just a coat on full-stop? One day.

It was a successful day anyway, even if I was wearing one more item of clothing than the previous week.

Ha asked me about my running today. I told her where I was (not very far) but she said she thought it was going some good by the way I looked without any clothes on! I don’t know if Vietnamese people are more direct or if it’s just Ha but it made me blush. But it felt good to hear it, especially from her. (Even if I think she was being more nice than honest.)

I was feeling pretty good about myself that evening, though, and ended up spending more time than I should standing naked in front of the mirror and wondering if this exercise regime really was changing my body shape or was it my imagination.

My legs were heavy when I went for a run/walk this morning, but I felt quite fresh all the same. But the day was filled with washing, food shopping and other chores.