News & Fluff in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

News from Across the Hall

So, the frenzy about my crush on the guy across the hall (AtH) has gotten quite ridiculous. Need to learn to keep my big mouth shut. There have been no fewer than four times that I’ve walked down the hall with friends or family, and all of a sudden someone screams directly in front of his door, “ WHERE DOES YOUR NEIGHBOR THAT YOU ARE IN LOOOOOVE WITH LIVE?”

Each time I die and die and die some more.

AtH and I have gotten into a weekend coffee groove. For the last two weekends in a row, Saturday and Sunday mornings, I’ve gone over to his place for coffee and conversation before getting on with my day. It’s been good, sober talk, and of course, I am squishier than ever about him, but it feels very much like he’s leading me into friendship territory. I should be happy that he seems to value my friendship and convo, but I can’t help feeling a bit let down.

One positive note (I guess): he told me that he got his divorce decree on Friday. So that answers that question.

Family Fever

For some reason, it has abruptly come to my attention that almost all of my friends now have children. I don’t know why I hadn’t really noticed earlier. They’d always been off in the peripheral. But all of a sudden, it seems to be all kids, all the time.

I met AtH’s son over the weekend. A handsome 10-year-old, who probably hates any woman who crosses his dad’s path at this point, but he’s precious nonetheless.

And then I hung with Matt and Greg on Saturday, and it was Maddie’s weekend with Matt (his 14-year-old daughter). Before I moved away, Maddie was a cute little kid…kinda like a novelty or something. But now, she’s an amazing young person, and I’m in awe of her beauty and grace. In a way, I feel like I want to befriend her and “big-sister” her. In another way, I think, wow…this is my friend Matt’s KID!

And Lovely Leah’s daughter (9-year-old) has been hounding her into a meeting. She’s at the age where she’s seen my photos (yeah, the party ones!) and wants to know who this chick is that her mom runs around with. Yes, it is weird that I’ve known Lovely for what, seven or eight years and haven’t met her daughter? But my friends have always seemed to keep their party lives and family lives separate—until recently.

And then of course, Best Bud’s baby. Who I haven’t even met yet. But I think it’s high time.

It really hasn’t smacked me square in the eye like this before. Am I missing something? Am I just now seeing the light? I don’t have baby fever, but I can’t quite put my finger on this whole sudden recognition of family thing.

Good Hair Night

WARNING: insanely superficial alert

Ever have a bad hair day that drove you so crazy that later in the day you rewashed it and redid it, and it looked SO perfect that you just HAD to get out and show it off? Well I did yesterday. And it paid dividends.

Sadly, I didn’t have anyone to witness my hair miracle, so I did what anyone would do when she’s having the hair day of her life: I went to the grocery store and pranced through the aisles, gathering goods for the week. Milk, cereal bars, soup, fruit, only as much as I could carry. I eyeballed the meat (not the kind in the butcher case, silly), and there were a few very nice cuts, but I didn’t have the nerve to do anything but browse.

It wasn’t until I got out to the parking lot and into my sweet new ride that the hair worked its magic (or was it the ride? I want to say it was the hair). I noticed a handsome stranger getting out of his car, but didn’t think anything of it…until I saw him sort of walking towards my car instead of towards the door. And then he gave me a little awkward wave, and I thought maybe something was wrong.

So I rolled down my window, and he sheepishly stammered an apology in case I was offended, but that he thought I was pretty (hair!!) and wanted to know if I wanted to do something sometime.

He was so darling, and I was so flattered that I immediately rummaged through my handbag and found a business card and handed it to him.

So then I was on a roll. Since AtH had to witness my yuck-head earlier, I wanted him to see that yes, I can make my hair look pretty at times. So I called him and asked him if he wanted to have a nightcap with me—just one drink. But he was already in bedtime mode, so no.

Fine. Someone else can witness for me. I went to the bar downstairs, and though nobody mentioned the hair, I had a fun time anyway. And after just one drink (and lots of fun conversation), I made my way back to the elevators to go upstairs and to bed.

And just before the elevator doors closed, someone slid in and started chatting with me. It had to have been the magical hair! Because before I knew it, I was handing out digits again—like they were candy!!

Then up and off to bed for me.

And of course, today I couldn’t replicate the hairstyle miracle. What a shame. Almost wish I’d taken a picture last night.