Oh Lordy, am I in a fix. Ths will be a long one.
My situation. I am in a loving and stable relationship with my partner of 7 years (same sex). My partner adores me, we own two homes together, we’re about to move house to a different town which is a huge life change, and we’re planning on a civil partnership (UK) next year. Got a big spangly ring and everything.
Now, I’m the Creative Director at a London design agency, an important role which requires a lot of client contact, including wining and dining. One of my clients is also a lesbian, and is in an equally committed and stable relationship. She’s getting married in October and planning on starting a family straight after.
All well and good, except at a drunken Christmas lunch/day out/evening last December, this client confessed that she fancied me. A lot. Despite my drunkenness, I gently turned her down, reminding her of her beautiful girlfriend. She phoned the following day in shame and extreme embarrassment for crossing the client/consultant line. I brushed it off cheerfully, friends again. All well and good.
Until last Thursday. I’d just given her a long presentation, we all went for a drink afterwards (with my other colleagues). Evening gets very drunken, conversation turns to what happened at Christmas, I confess that it had awakened something in me and couldn’t get her out of my head. She admits the same. We end up sneaking off and having a snog in a doorway somewhere in Soho.
Argh. Very hungover next day, she sends me a message along the lines of ‘never must happen again’ and I agree. All well and good. Except she’s coming to my house to have dinner on Sunday with both our girlfriends. It’s okay, we can be grown-ups, right?
Oh boy, so we all get quite drunk, and said client and myself end up snogging at every private opportunity when we’re out of sight of our girlfriends. I have NEVER done anything so reckless in my life.
So, this morning I get another email from client. Here’s a transcript:
Client:
“Anyway, had a lovely time with you popkids on Sunday. Didn’t realise you were so multi-talented, what with being a fabulous designer AND chef…
Had a horrible hangover yesterday. Don’t remember getting home or being a git to (her girlfriend) when I got in - which is fair, seeing it was me who fell off the end of the bed. I know that nobody needs reminding, but nurturing a relationship requires 100% concentration. So, young lady, no socials for a while, no alcohol when in company, no phonecalls, texts or emails - unless they’re work related.
Hope that’s cool. We both know that an escalation from here could be very bad news indeed.
Anyway, have a nice day - see you bright and breezy tomorrow.”
Me: “That was humbling…Understood. See you tomorrow. Kx” (we have a work meeting)
Client: “It wasn’t meant to be humbling. Can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t stop stomach churning or thinking stuff so I’m being sensible.”
Me: (Trying to be grown up): “Good. Someone needs to be. I’m going to get a stomach ulcer otherwise”.
Thing is, I just don’t believe it. I feel what she said, I feel like a fucking teenager. We have some big projects going through so I can’t avoid her. What’s more, my boss suspects something happened the other night, though she hasn’t said anything to me. Talk me down people, how do I stop feeling sick! Oh, and I’m supposed to be designing this client’s wedding invitation.