Monday, 15 January 2001
When my boyfriend dropped me off at my flat after I'd told him my (or should that be our?) news he never said "I love you". I really needed an "I love you", even a "love you" would have been enough but I needed something from him so that I didn't feel so alone.

I should probably give you some background on my boyfriend and perhaps give him a name. Daniel and I had been working in the same company for a year and a half when something happened between us. When I had first met him I thought he was a bit smooth, not really my type. In fact, I thought he was a closet gay who fancied himself as a bit of a Martin Fry look a like from ABC (he would probably argue Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran). His style certainly gave the impression that he was possibly stuck in the 80s and not in a good way.

It was one Saturday night that I bumped into him and his friend in the local nightspot while I was out with my friend Sarah. Sarah knew his friend quite well and in my usual cheeky (and drunken) style I started taken the piss out of Daniel. I don't know how it happened but somehow we ended up on the dance floor and I remember thinking Oh my god, are we going to kiss? We did and I remember thinking it was highly amusing that I was kissing a 40 year old man. It was all just a laugh really to me and when he walked me home to my flat I said good bye and left him to go and find himself a taxi. Yes he was married but he'd been separated from his wife for a few months or at least that was the impression given in the office where we worked. However, that first kiss still got me into a lot of trouble because just over a month and a half later I picked that pregnancy test back out of the bin.



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Imagine Carrie from Sex and the City morphed with Bridget Jones and a baby thrown in for added entertainment – that’s me, the ever optimistic romantic looking for my Mr Big but already with child! Read my blog from the beginning where I find out I am pregnant following a brief fling with my much older male colleague and fast forward to where I am now, stressed out working mum to my beautiful 10 year old daughter wondering if love really does in fact exist at first sight.
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