Sunday Night in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I’m back. Not in the best of spirits, but I’m home.

Due to The Shocking Photo Incident of ‘08 (previous entry), I sent some emergency texts to TMG while I was gone. Guess who was waiting for me (with flowers!) at the airport? Yep. I swear, I wish I was attracted to that man. He has saved me and saved me and saved me. But that’s our relationship. I cry, he soothes.

In fact, shame on me for obsessively looking at Facebook, but EXMS keeps ADDING more and more photos of him and HER. I had a meltdown this morning and sent some more 911s to TMG. I bawled to him, and he talked me off the ledge. I thought I was getting better (for a while…before EXMS starting emailing me again), but TMG actually asked me if I was contemplating suicide. He told me he was really concerned at this point. But again, I assured him that EXMS is not worth that kind of effort and that he’s the only person (besides my mother and OD) who gets to hear me cry anymore. And cry I did today.

So, an emergency TMG intervention was executed. He not only took me to brunch at a very posh restaurant, he then took me to a spa where we had dual foot massages and followed with chair massages!! Again, what a dream. Still no squishy feelings. There’s nothing I can do.

I know, this is all so tired. I’m tired of feeling this way. How can something so stupid knock me back to square one? Crazy, so crazy but it did.

Enough about it already. Too much energy. Too damn much energy has been wasted on his fucking ass. Such a shame.

I did run 5 miles today.

OH…and Milan was pretty amazing. On the last night of the trip, I went to dinner with GB and her Milanese friend, Luccia. We went to a little happy hour place in Corso Como and then dinner at a kind of hole-in-the-wall place.

Or so I thought!

After we sat down and started ordering our wine and food, who should walk in the place but a few designers (it was Fashion Week in Milan) and a bevy of beautiful people including Dita Von Teese, and one of my faves: Rachel Zoe! As dinner was served, several people walked over to the table to shake hands with the man sitting at the head of the table. We couldn’t really see him well, but he was obviously a designer (although we couldn’t figure out which one!).

So that was exciting.

It was also fun to see a bunch of models complete with paparazzi on a corner where we were having lunch earlier that day. Luccia told us that there was a show going on close by, but the fashion folk had gotten the streets mixed up and were lost.

Luccia was so cool. Everywhere we went, she knew people…just walking down the street, it was all “Ciao, ciao!!” and hugs and kisses.

All in all, the trip was…well, good and bad. I wish I could release and forget EXMS. I thought I’d be able to after that email, but those photos blew my mind. And I’m frustrated that I couldn’t fully enjoy the greatness of one of the more easy-going business trips.

But I’m back and I’m home. And I’m tired. Goodnight.