Introducing Kate

Some personal stats for you - I'm twenty-six years old and originally from
Galway (Ireland). I currently live in Clapham, (South London for all you
out-of-towners) with a friend of mine, Sarah-Jane (SJ). Living in London
wasn't always the plan, I'm a small town gal at heart really but the big
city is commanding when it calls!

It was just another foggy autumn afternoon in Galway when things in my life
took an unprecedented turn. Like with most epic, life changing days, I had
woken up that morning none the wiser. Barry was lying next to me as usual,
snoring softly. That day I left work early in order to finish off some
admin bits before Tuesday date night and wanted to get home in plenty of
time to prepare. In my carrier bag from the local Waitrose was a bottle of
wine, some ice cream and several boxes of vegetarian sushi. Sadly, Barry was
allergic to fish, among other things.

I walked into the bedroom, just like on any other day. But, this time I
didn't make it past the foot of the bed. I lingered, started walking again,
stopped, paused for a while, took in the rumpled bedspread, hesitated and
then walked out. I stood in the hallway for a very long time. I was torn.
Eventually self-preservation must have just kicked in. Dumping the carrier
bag on the hall table I left the apartment and never really looked back.
When I told my mother this very story - at the same time I told her I was
leaving my job, I was leaving Barry and I was leaving Ireland - she
immediately jumped to the conclusion that I had walked in to find a naked
Barry hanging off the chandelier imitating the position from page 46 of the
Kama Sutra with some piece of fluff from his office. I hadn't. Barry is
scared of heights, plus he would never leave work early to fool around with
anyone from the office - it contravenes corporate work ethic.

The truth is Barry didn't do anything wrong - not really. He is a truly
genuine, lovely guy. But six years into Tuesday and Friday date nights with
Barry - the nights he had astutely set aside for sex - we still owned the
same beige bedspread. It was beige, the curtains were beige, and the carpets
were beige. We were beige and I was living a beige life. It was a
realisation that was cold enough to startle even the most apathetic into
action (the most apathetic in this case had been me). So I left. It was all
remarkably amicable. Barry is doing well and is indulging in a beautiful
beige romance with Patience from office accounts - he emailed me to let me
know.

Now I live in effervescing London, a town rife with possibilities. The
position opening up at Joybear was just good luck. You want a life filled
with opportunities? Work with and around people who aren't afraid of a
little bit of experimentation. I have had my fair share of learning curves
in the four or so months since joining Joybear, from bizarre social
networking flirting escapades through to lengthy publicity chats with the
models from London Sex Project: Experimentation - who were all absolutely
lovely and helpful (the nerves were completely unwarranted). It has all been
quite exhilarating and I am now in the fine position of being able to write
about it.

So in the inimitable words of Robbie Williams: Let me entertain you (gulp)!
Kate xx

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