Friday’s Headlines in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Baggage Boy Returns from Outer Space

So MM called last night. He sounded a million times better. Maybe the Zoloft had kicked in or something. I was also feeling a little woozy from the couple of glasses of wine I’d had at this charity function I’d just attended. So I suppose the chemistry was just perfect for him to ask me if I’d be interested in coming over to his place tonight for cocktails with his friends and then going gallery hopping with them. And the position of the stars must have been aligned just perfectly because I told him I’d love to go.

So there you go. Just like that. I’m seeing him again. Weird, I know. But I think I’m more curious about meeting his friends than anything else. Really. One of them is an ex-girlfriend-turned-best-friend. I’m very curious about that one. And a couple of other guys.

Honestly, I don’t think this will go anywhere romantically. I think the wind was let out of my sails by his sad-sack e-mails. But I’d really like to make more friends, and I’m digging these monthly gallery crawls. And I’m truly happy he called and sounded good.

Imminent Earthquake Shakes Nerves

Getting really eerie around the workplace. Big, big changes ahead. We’ve all been warned. Chelle (my counterpart) is freaking for some reason. Keeps coming to me asking if I’ve heard anything…anything at all…even if it’s bad. What the hell does that mean? She is so scared that she’s losing her job. Which should be freaking me out because if she loses her position, then where would that leave me? Ugh. All this speculation is exhausting.

The only tiny ray of sunshine in this whole ordeal is that Boss has been bragging about me and I’ve heard this through a couple of sources. Maria (of Crazy Tony and Maria fame) told me that she asked him how I was doing last week and he told her that I was the best hiring decision he’d ever made. WOW! She told me all kinds of gushy things he’d said and I actually felt this huge sense of relief.

But it’s a very deceiving ray of light. I heard some similar gushings from one of the product managers, but she said it in front of Chelle and another co-worker who all but sneered at me. Nice. I understand where that’s coming from. Remember my last job? From golden child to redheaded stepchild in a matter of months. Anything’s possible, right?

Gah. I just wish they’d get this shit over with so we can get back to business and get some work done. It’s impossible to do anything knowing that your every move is being watched. I went into Boss’s office to talk though a proposal I’d just drawn up, and as soon as I walked out of his office, Chelle wanted to know what we were talking about. Mind you, we work in two different areas. We have two different bosses. It seems I can’t go to the shitter without having to discuss every detail with my paranoid counterpart. Frustrating!

Slim Chance for Fat Ass

Good news! After gaining a bit the week before last (birthday week), I lost three pounds last week! I have three pounds to go to make my mini-goal of 10 lbs before Thanksgiving! Officially, I’ve lost 8 pounds. But I’d already lost one pound when I set this goal for myself.

I’m starting to feel just the slightest difference in my pants. Meaning, they are finally just starting to fit again! I’m kicking myself for ever gaining this horrid 15-18 pounds after the Great Loss of 1999 (the big 50 pounder). But the Great Loss was actually a by-product of the Great Mind Fuck of 1998-2000. It was all part a vicious, unhealthy spiral that left me thrilled body and weight-wise, but empty and drained emotionally.

I found some photos of LDL and me as I was going through “the box” the other day. One was of me in some sexy lingerie. I was propped up on the couch with my torso turned in such a way that you could see the beautiful oblique ridge in my abs. Nice. But look at my face…the saddest face you ever did see. Actually, it might have been fear. Whatever. Who cares? It was not right.

Oh, to get that body back and actually be happy?! It finally feels like a possibility now. I really, really want that. It’s going to take a lot more work, but I’m at a point where I’m finally ready for that.

I’m already setting my sights on the next mini-goal. I won’t talk about it until I’ve reached the first one…but if you want a clue, think Christmastime. Think Super T (I know, I know…but it’s a sure thing!). Think lolling in bed for a whole day together. Naked. Yum.

Speed Daters Flee Scene at Breakneck Pace

Those fuckers. I don’t get it. I suppose my speed dating karma is all out of whack because I blew off Speed Dater #1 right from the get go. I suppose I deserve to be doubly blown off, eh? SD numbers 2 and 3 have disappeared from the radar screen completely. I was most surprised about #2 since he ooh’d and aaaah’d when we met and he gave me that sorta sensual hug goodbye. But I was even more bummed out about #3 because I was pleasantly surprised by him…and who doesn’t like to be pleasantly surprised?

But surprise, surprise, I guess the joke’s on me. I think my speed dating days are over.

Greasy Diner Becomes Meeting Place for Online Diarists

Heh. I want to write about meeting a fellow ODer, but I don’t know how to do it without sounding like a complete and utter cheeseball. He told me to do one of those Rate-A-Date things, but uh…it just wouldn’t be right! So until I can figure out a decent way to describe the whole thing, I just want to say that [Parliament] – *gasp* I named names! – is just as cool and as good looking as all the gay guys on this site say he is…and then some!! And though he’s going through some trying times right now, you’d never know it. And I’m glad we met. And I’ll leave it at that.