Riding Out the Weekend in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

It’s Sunday morning, and I’m proud to report that I didn’t step foot into the slimy bar scene over the weekend. Just getting really annoyed with all that. It’s always the same when we go out: Who’s here? Who’s hot? Who’s gonna buy us drinks?

Sure, it’s fun. To a point. But damn. It’s getting old when every weekend it’s the same old thing, different place.

Plus, I kinda wore it out with some work buddies on Thursday night. Girls’ Night. Whew. It got pretty nasty. It was Suzie, Leslie, Jennifer and me for a long time just gossiping about work stuff. Then Lovely L. and Chrisie showed up (I’d invited them, but didn’t really think that they were gonna show because of the girls-only stipulation). My work buddies drank so much that we had to call Jeff (Leslie’s boyfriend) to take them home.

Then Lovely, Chrisie and I went to another place. And surprise, surprise. Guess who was there? Yes. Scott. And he was immediately in my face. And I was a little annoyed, but not annoyed enough to not let him pull me aside and sweet talk me and then kiss me and kiss me and kiss me some more. Of course, we were caught by Lovely and Chrisie, who razzed us for a little while and then left the scene.

I was a little bleary on Friday, but I’ve been much, much worse. Leslie, on the other hand, was apparently so sick that, after barfing all over her boyfriend’s car while he took the other girls home, couldn’t even make it out of bed! Poor thing. And Suzie was leaving Friday morning for a party weekend in New Orleans with her new beau (guy from work who she’s been shagging since our last Vegas trip). I’m sure she recovered with a few hairs of the dog…

I saw Jeff in the office on Friday. He was not pleased. He was up all night cleaning barf out of his car. And he was supposed to take clients out to lunch! He had to borrow a cleaner, less smelly car!!

Anyway, I went straight home after work home on Friday. No happy hour, no nothing. Was in bed by 8:30! But woke up at around 1:30 and couldn’t sleep after that. Checked my phone. Scott had called a few times. He’s somewhere in the Carolinas visiting with family. And he left a message just to say hi! The guy is so incredibly sweet…why do I feel like I’m stringing him along?

Last night, I was thinking about going to a party with Lovely. But by the time she got her shit together and called me with details, it was 10:30, and I was already in jammie-pants mode. I also had another option to go out with Stephanie, my kickboxing instructor. But she didn’t call me back until 12:30! I was sound asleep by then.

So it’s fairly early on Sunday, and the weather looks spectacular. After I post this entry, I’m gonna drink a Slim Fast shake and then hop on the bike and take a ride. Whee!

Yeah, you read right. I’m trying to lose a bit of what I believe is alcohol-and-crappy-food induced poundage. I’m seeing LDL (ex-boyfriend) in a month, and I’ve got to get comfortable in my skinny jeans again! I tried to slip them on the other day. There was no slippage whatsoever. In fact, they seemed to get stuck around the hippage area. Not good, people. Not good at all.

I have almost one month to the day to do it. I know I can. It’s not all that much. But I do know that it will take some work. It’s not just gonna fall off by itself. Plus, all I have to do is envision us naked together. I love the look of our svelte bodies together. He is so visually stimulated (what guy isn’t?), and he’s already talking about what’s gonna happen when I get there. He has kept a really sexy lingerie set of mine in his possession. He’s been telling me that he looks at it every day and can’t wait to see me in it. If that isn’t incentive, I don’t know what is!

I’m prone to hippiness. Need to work on hips, butt, and thighs. Pretty okay with everything else. Not going to worry about stepping on the scale. I’m terrified to do that anyway. I’m just going to use the skinny jeans as a yardstick.

And yes. I know. I know. I’m avoiding the fact that this little “visit” to see my ex-boyfriend is gonna fuck with my brain. That’s just a given. I don’t really care who thinks I’m an idiot. Because I know I am. I’m just so lonely, yet uncomfortable with every guy I meet. I’m desperate for some lovin’ from someone I know. Someone who knows me. Someone who knows what I like. Someone I know how to please.

Is it worth all the bullshit that’s going to happen afterwards? Right now I think it is. Check back on August 20th to find out….

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date with a bicycle.

Oh. Speaking of dates, I’m meeting one of the e-mail interests tonight! More later…