Temp
She was Gorgeous. With the capital G.

It'd been a few months after splitting up with the Smurfette and no woman had yet managed to heal, arouse or even interest my heart. Melancholy nowhere near describes how I felt.

And then I met Temp.

She was beautiful in the girl next door way. Glasses, very little makeup, blond hair pushed up in a ponytail as if she'd rushed to get ready for her first day as a temp at my place of work.

She had that natural look that you knew, should she decide to put on make-up and do her hair, would stun every man who caught sight of her.

I first met her in the company carpark. She couldn't work out how to get in to the building. To be fair, it is a very strange building and not easy to find the entrance to from the carpark. She asked me if she could walk with me and of course I obliged. I can't remember the conversation exactly, but I'm sure it was something along the lines of "Don't worry, I couldn't find my way in on my first day either. So what do you do here? I'm just temping" etc etc.

After that I never really managed to talk to her again. We were on different floors and I was full time and she was a temp. But we always arrived at work within a few minutes of each other. Either I would be walking in to the building as she drove in to the carpark, or visa versa. Or we would pass each other on the way to the canteen going opposite directions. Either way we would give each other a smile and wave or a "Hiya". She had the most beautiful smile. I longed to spend some more time with her.

And then the rumors started. "You know Temp from the second floor? Well she's the girlfriend of the organist from a well known pop band" (Sounds like 'The NME'.) As it turns out it was true. I knew my hopes were dashed. The only way I could compete was that I had played guitar in a heavy metal band at college many years before. So no competition at all really.

But then I had my chance!

We arrived at the same lift at the same time. Just the two of us. She gave me her lovely smile and said "Hi, how are you. I'm sorry we haven't had chance to speak to each other more". I'm pretty sure I said "Shmurglepurgleurgle".

But as we descended in the lift I found my tongue. "So, rumor has it you're dating one of the members of ". "Yes" she said "Do you like them"?

"No". I replied. "I think they're a bunch of tossers with stupid haircuts that make shit music that sounds like pretty much every other indie band and wouldn't be famous if it wasn't for the shit state of todays music industry i.e. that you don't actually have to produce good music just mindless wank that bland office workers or students enjoy because they think they're being 'rock', 'alternative', 'rebellious' and 'different' by listening to it, which pretty much sums up Glastonbury nowadays".

Things were awkward after that, but she did have a beautiful smile.

This is awfully true.
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 21:41, 4 replies)

I'm struggling to think of any bands I know that have an organist.
I can only think of Argent.
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 8:24, closed)

Didn't think there was an organist in "the NME"
Nice rant though.
(TheColonel, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 9:56, closed)

This boyfriend, if he exists,
in the band, if it exists, is probably fucking hundreds of girls behind the back of this girl, if she exists.

You, if you exist, should have told her that.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 15:21, closed)

He does exist
He tours with them as there organist, or should I say keyboard player and plays on the albums.

www.theenemy.com/photos,xfm-session-april-2009_8.htm

Scroll through the pics if you can be bothered.
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 18:20, closed)