If you want her to keep thinking you’re the best thing since Prada, keep schtum about the following…
How totally hilarious your drunken karaoke rendition of ‘Total Eclipse Of The Heart’ is.
You’re only going to be working there until you have a baby and/or can be self-employed.
The reason the ‘W’ on her keyboard doesn’t work is because you spilled coffee on it.
You go to the same gym and you accidentally saw her naked in the changing room.
You write an anonymous blog about all the drama at work.