We Won’t Be Needing These Anymore. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Regardless, he’s been texting me several times a day, every single day. And we’ve talked on the phone twice. It’s weird. It feels like he’s my boyfriend. And yet, he’s not.

The conclusion I’ve come to at this point: he’s stringing me along.

Because, see, I can sense a little jealousy in the tone of his texts when I don’t tell him what I’m doing at night (I’m trying not to be 100% available and he’s not my boyfriend so why does he need to know what’s going on with me 24-7?).

But then there’s this: He’s flying his 18-year-old daughter out to meet him in Bordeaux so that she can have her first series of wine tastings and to practice her French (she’s majoring in French at college). It’s an amazing trip for her and she’s very excited and a little nervous about what to WEAR to wine tastings, etc.

So at first, I offered a few pointers to CC so that he could pass them along to her (because her mom has no clue–nothing against CC’s ex-wife, it’s just that she doesn’t have that kind of fashion sense and I spent the last 5 years of my life studying and reporting on fashion for teenage girls!). THEN I pulled together a whole PACKET of information for him to send to her, and she was really happy about that. Seriously, it’s the kind of stuff that I would have charged a hefty consulting fee for if CC was a client.

And THEN I texted even MORE information to CC so that he could relay it back to her (because she and her mom were going to be doing the shopping), but he told her NOT to tell her mother where the information came from! Um…

AND THEN!! I made the BIG mistake of telling CC that I’d love to take his daughter shopping (so that I could get a sense of her style, etc.).

And he wrote back and said, “Thanks [Ginger]. I’d LOVE for you to take her shopping, but I don’t think that’s gong to be an option.”

Here’s the deal. While he’s told his oldest daughter that he’s dating someone–me in particular, his younger daughters (14 and 13) have expressed a lot of distress about the fact that thier dad might somehow be with someone other than their mother. They’ve told him that IF he starts dating someone, they don’t want to know ANYTHING about her, they don’t want to know her…they don’t even want to MEET her.

And he’s also told me that he doesn’t want his ex to know that he’s dating someONE in particular because he knows that his ex will tell their daughters and get them all upset at him. Yes, she plays THOSE games.

I’m discouraged and tired of it. Yet I keep texting him back. And I’m sure I’ll see him as soon as he gets back. But on the other hand, I feel like I need to cut my losses. It’s definitely an uphill battle, and I feel like I’m doing something wrong simply because I’m curious about his daughters.

But in the meantime, I’ve gone back to the well. I’m sort of halfheartedly back online and have some potential lined up. I came close to meeting someone new yesterday, but our plans didn’t mesh because my movie plans shifted around a little bit. But that’s another bullet. Need to tell you about THIS first…

UNTIL he sent those tulips to work a couple weeks later. The ONLY thing I said was (in a text), “Thank you. They are very pretty.”

And I suppose he took that as an invitation to keep going. And going…AND GOING. He texts me every day. And emails. I don’t answer and he STILL keeps doing it. Thank goodness he doesn’t call, but I’m getting nervous that he might start that too. He knows where I live, but he doesn’t know which unit. And I’m glad that I live in this building because we have pretty high security 24-hours a day. I never thought he’d be the stalking type, but I guess you never know, do you?

I guess my question is this: At what point should I be getting concerned? Because right now, the things he does are sweet but annoying. I just don’t want it to get to the point of being downright upsetting and scary.

I’m not sure where that line is yet. Hopefully it never gets defined.

The people who sit within earshot are hilarious! We all seem to have the same sense of humor and they are so clever and smart and I just love becoming a part of that. The weird thing about sitting there is that I’m not sitting with my team right now because there’s no room upstairs with my team. The offices are supposed to be re-configured next month so I should be sitting up with my team soon, but I will be bummed when I have to leave this group. My team seems much more serious.

But my boss isn’t serious at all! I like that. I just have to be very, very careful I don’t get comfortable with her like I did my ex-boss. I have to remember that everything I do could come right back to me and either bite me in the ass or help elevate my position. I already have my eye on my boss’s position (not her EXACT job, but the level and title). I need to make sure that I act on that level. I just need to do that every day. I see tons ofpotential at this company, unlike my last job where I didn’t have a career path…well, I did, but my path led me right out the door!

I saw the CEO on Friday. I’d only seen pictures of him, and I just happened to see him in the hallway. I was thinking that he was wondering who the redhead was. So I introduced myself to him. Only thing was, my officemates heard me and gave me alllllll kinds of shit because I’d half-jokingly asked about him one day…and happened to ask if he was single. You can imagine the flack I got after my semi-suck up on Friday.

Anyway, I am so happy with this job. So very happy!

OH! And the sample sales!! [note: I would love to tell you where I’m working, but the anonymity thing…you understand, right? It’s still fashion, but not quite the same as what I was doing before.] Let me tell you, there was a sample sale on Saturday morning, and I went. It was unbelievable!! Like a free-for-all. Let’s just say I got hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise for $20. Score!

Don’t ask me how, but I was somehow able to drive my car home and into the parking lot after the “incident”. I was just a few blocks away (maybe 3/4 mile). But seriously, I can’t believe the airbags didn’t deploy. I also can’t believe I made it home and into a parking space. I ALSO can’t believe that I was safe and not jailed for reckless driving or something WORSE. Ugh. Let’s not talk about it. I am a lucky girl.

Anyway, she’s back in full force…just in time for top-down weather! Yesssssss!!!

See, last night Cindy and I made plans to take her niece to see Alice in Wonderland. It turned into a big party with 8 of us (adults and kids) and I ended up meeting everyone at the theater.

So after I got my pre-ordered ticket at will call, I turned around and noticed Yoga Man sitting on a bench outside the theater, so I went over and sat down with him and we started talking like we always do. Everything was fine and great, right?

But somehow we started talking about dating (um, of course) and relationships, etc. and somehow got into this big argument about married people and what happens in a marriage and dating married people, etc. and I told Yoga Man that I thought he was generalizing and stereotyping and he got upset with me and asked if I’d ever been married. When I said no he told me that I had no idea what I was talking about because I’ve never experienced being in a marriage and blah, blah, blah…

Which was completely off the point of the topic (it just shifted to marriage somehow), but whatever. He told me that I was “filled with drama” and that he didn’t want to be a part of it. And yet HE was the one who got all upset and argumentative. I couldn’t believe that we were having a heated conversation outside the movie theater! I mean, it was TENSE!

And then Cindy showed up and she and I left together to get to our seats because it was a sold out show.

Weird. And now I’m going to feel weird about going to Yoga Man’s Monday class, but I’m still going to go because I like it so much for myself. Instructor be damned. But isn’t that strange?

Hope your weekend is fabulous!
XOXOX,
Ging.