So, to cut a potentially long(ish) story short, I asked her out for the drink, and she said yes.

Thanks to all the words of advice, encouragement and piss taking since my last post. I would like to make it clear to y’all that I do have some previous experience in this area, and have been asking women out for drinks since I was at least 31.

Yesterday was my seventh consecutive day in work (hooray for shift work!), and one I took rather leisurely (a rare luxury in an understaffed psychiatric project).

I pretty much spent the last hour of my shift playing pool with JC and, admittedly, was not trying particularly hard to win. When someone you’re carrying a torch for beams that much every time they pot a ball, you find yourself deliberately missing a few shots and even losing the odd game.

My blissful hour was only interrupted once by a hilarious intervention from SGH, who walked into the room, saw us playing and said:

“Alright TKK. Alright sweetheart. [to JC] I’m only calling you sweetheart because I can’t remember your name. I’m not bent. I’m not gay. I can remember men’s names, just not women’s. They’ve always been jealous of me, ever since I was a young woman...”

Eventually, I ran out the winner in our games, and being a gentleman I shook her hand. However, when I attempted to release her hand, she held mine tighter, and so I held onto hers, resulting in us holding hands for an inordinately long time. I don’t know whether it qualified as a ‘moment’, but it certainly felt that what started as a handshake finished as something else. She then decided she wanted another game, although we only got halfway through as one of my key clients needed something from JC and my shift had now finished.

Our rota for July is due out next week. *crosses fingers*