Plans. The best-laid ones, whether I write them down in my diary or not, always seem to get screwed somehow.
Plan #1: The Pinup Photo Shoot.
Got this e-mail in my in-box yesterday:
Pinup Girls:
First, we would like to thank you for volunteering to be part of our [XYZ] project. Unfortunately, the photo shoot has been cancelled for the moment. I can’t thank you enough for your support
Apparently, Jeff got stuck in a mess of legal red tape because he asked a group of employees and not professional models to work on this with him. He told me that the company doesnt have a problem with hiring anyone from the outside and I do mean anyone. Jeff told me that he (and probably a whole group of horn dogs) had scouted the local strip joints for possible pinups, but didnt really like what he saw. He said bleach and silicone wouldnt fit the image that he was trying to get across. But the company has a real issue with hiring women who are employed here full-time for some reason. He told me that there was a problem getting the release written and yada yada yada
So bummer. As nervous as I was just thinking about doing this, I was actually kind of excited about it.
Here was my reply to his e-mail:
Awww. Too bad. Still with the legal red tape??? If it will make you feel better, I will still volunteer to come over and get my hair done and hang out by the pool and drink mimosas!!
I havent gotten a response to that one.
My Saturday is now completely free.
Plan #2: Tonights Date
Remember Id said that I was e-mailing two interesting guys? One of them was Patrick, who Im not interested in anymore. Im hoping he caught my vibes and doesnt make me go through the whole torture of blowing him off by not answering e-mails, etc. (Im kidding, sort of).
And then there was another one. Brice. I didnt go into detail about him because I wanted to see what I thought about Patrick first. I can only do these things one at a time because I get so confused!! Anyway, from the photos and e-mails, I have to say that Brice has to be the best looking, and one of the most successful men to ever play this internet dating game with me! He is actor-handsome (interestingly, his brother was a Broadway actor, now extremely successful producer), an architect to the local celebrities and rich folkvery well known and respected, and seemingly all-around good guy. Weve both spent a lot of time introducing ourselves via long, rambling e-mails and a great phone conversation on Monday night.
Only one catch. Brice is divorced. Very, very recently divorced. With two young daughters. He is so not over his failed marriage. Poor Brice has more baggage than Samsonite. He is a sad, sad man.
But he was so nice on the phone the other night, and even though he did spend a lot of time discussing custody issues and times that he would have the girls, I agreed to meet with him after work today. We were planning to meet at a brand new wine bar that Id heard so much about. I was really excited about the whole deal ..cool new place, interesting guy, cute new haircut (yep, got a new do and everything yesterday!). I was hoping that a night out might really cheer him up.
But this, in part, is what was waiting for me in my in-box this morning:
So I am doing the lawyer stuff in the morning, am going to go to the letter of the papers which says I get the girls the 1st, 3rd, 5th weekends which this weekend is the 3rd weekend. Hopefully I will be able to pick them up at 3:30.
So…Friday and weekend I will either have the girls, or be the most bummed out, person in town. In either case not good company, I don’t want to put that foot forward and amazed that this is opened again when I thought the last bit of property selling was the last of the battles for a few years.
I may call you to confirm the cancellation, a totally un-cool 24 hour notice.
{sigh}
My Friday night is now completely free.
And Im completely beside myself.
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