It appears that everythings fine now between Lovely, Scott, and me. Scott sent me an excited e-mail yesterday saying that hed just gotten off the phone with Lovely and that she was very cool about it. In fact, she actually encouraged him to ask me out. So there. Even if she wasnt being sincere, Im not going to worry about it any more. The question was placed out there, and Lovely had the opportunity to nip it in the bud right then and there, but she didnt.
So looks like youre reading the diary of a girl who has a date on Saturday!
Scott officially popped the question as I was driving home from my golf lesson. It was .well .cute and endearing. Just like Scott. And now of course, Im being wishy washy because I dont know if I really like such cuteness and endearing sweetness. I could be wrong, but I can already sense the fact that he will let me push him around. And I cant stand it when guys let me push them around. Lets hope Im wrong.
I think Im finally figuring it out: I will never, ever be happy and completely satisfied with my current situation ..whatever it may be. Wherever I may be. I always look for ways in which a situation wont work. I suppose I should be patient and actually find out before I jump the gun and decide that its all wrong, wrong, wrong before I even give it a chance.
Maybe its just that Im scared. Maybe I just need to stop trying to look inside my gift horses mouths.
Im going to let myself enjoy this date. As hard as that might be to do.
Golf lesson was frustrating last night. It was frustrating last Tuesday too. Its hard to hit those teeny, tiny balls with that stupid friggin stick when I go to the driving range all tense and stressed from work.
We had a substitute instructor last night. A yummy little 21-year-old. We were trying to learn alignment. Mmmmm. He can align me any time he wants. He sensed my frustration very early on and asked if I was stressed before I got there. Gee. I wonder what gave him that idea? Could it have been the stream of profanity oozing softly, yet naturally from my lips every time I tried to swing the club?
He tried to take me to my happy place by deep breathing exercises and all that jazz. When that didnt work, he actually suggested that I have a drink before practice next time! Hm.. I just might try it!
He did end up giving me a little bit of special attention. He stayed after class to help me some. Told me that hed go practice with me any time I wanted. And then did some cute little hand-holding thing with me right before I left. Whoa. I finally started feeling like I was in my happy place at that point! Heh.
Such a doll, that Little 21. Hes going to be the instructor next week too. I can hardly wait! AND .my friend John wants to hit balls over the weekend. Id really like to show some improvement so Little 21 will keep me after class again next week for my reward!
Yikes. Im starting to feel like a dirty old woman!
This morning, Mr. Peepers told me that he thought Big Boss was a bitch! Damn, was that a short honeymoon or what? Im sure its nothing but a lovers quarrel and theyll be kissing and making up next week. But fuck you two! Leave me outta this. You two are trying to get me to leave anyway .you think Im gonna do something stupid like join in your mud slinging and name calling cheap shots and back stabbing and .
I cant take it any more.
Im going to try one more time to call this guy at another company Ive been scoping out
Drat. Not there. But I am trying. Mark my words: I will get out.
Now if youll excuse me. I really am supposed to be working .
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