Last Saturday… when Barbie, Ken and I spent a quiet couple of hours in the pub… Barbie made an of the cuff remark that has had me pondering my belly button for quite sometime now. And whats annoying is… to me at least… I can’t bring the subject up again because it would involve someone I care deeply about…..

To understand where I am coming from there are a tonne of things that you have to know about Barbie.. shes tall… shes blonde… natural blonde… the kind of colour that girls spend a fortune on and hours in the hairdressers chair achieving. Shes fit.. shes got a fabulous figure.. shes pretty… she loves to be the centre of attention (and usually is). She was the girl at school who all the boys fancy.. and she is still the woman who all the men fancy. She gets attention wherever she goes and she loves it. Shes also blissfully happy with her childhood sweetheart and shes the reason I am going to Turkey in 8 weeks time.. because shes marrying him.

I love her dearly.. she is my best friend.. even though she sends me crazy sometimes. She is the type of person who.. if she wasn’t my best friend.. I wouldn’t like her.. but shes Barbie… shes my best friend since school… and I forgive her all her faults because of that friendship. JUst as I am sure she forgives me all my faults for that very same reason.

Alf Tavener at work is a young, attractive man. Hes the kind of guy I would fall for.. if I wasn’t madly in love with a crazy relocated redneck who lives 5,000 miles away from me. We.. as in Barbie and I.. have this great relationship with him. We all discuss our personal problems.. our lives.. our loves.. our heartaches with each other. As I have said in the past… Alf worships his girlfriend. They live in a beautiful little cottage in a tiny village on the edge of Dartmoor and certainly seem to live an incredibly happy life.

Alf has never.. ever.. said anything inappropriate to either of us. He has never made an inappropriate sexual remark or compliment been obtuse in anyway to either myself or Barbie. He never makes comments regarding our looks. He will compliment us on a new hairdo.. or a new suit or new shoes.. or whatever.. just like we will comment if he wears a new suit or shows off a new watch or whatever… Its a fantastic working relationship that we share with him.

Apparently as few weeks ago he made a comment to Barbie along the lines of “Christ her boobs look fabulous today”. It wasn’t said in a leary way at all.. just a laughing comment after I ran past him to answer the phone whilst wearing a particularly tight black top.

Whilst we were in the pub last Saturday we got to talking about work… and Alf… and Barbie came out with the comment that hes never made a pass at her.. hes never made any comment about her looks.. how hes never made any kind of sexual innuendo to her. She said she thought this was down to the fact that he respected her. I attributed it quietly to the fact that he just doesn’t fancy her. Not everyone lusts after tall blondes.

I didn’t think about it at the time.. I was probably too drunk to be honest…. but I got to thinking about it over the past few days. How incredibly.. UGH!!!!!!!! I don’t know the word for it… dammit…..

Whats weird is.. I’m usually the first person Alf sees after having a client with him.. and if that client is normal… dark haired… he’ll comment about her.. he’ll make comments about how she looks… but if that girls blonde.. togged out to the nines… skinny.. he’s just not interested.

Why doesn’t Barbie understand that men can like her.. men can have a perfectly normal respectful feelings towards her… they don’t all fancy her….

*mumbles*

I have no clue where this entry is going.. or what I hoped to achieve from it… but.. I feel better.. if no-one else does….

OK.. rant over…