Headlines from The Ginger Snap Times in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

All the latest news that’s fit to print. Or not…

In International News:

Woman Makes Hefty Wager with Man from Bangladesh

Don’t ask me exactly how this happened, but it looks like I just might be ringing in the New Year next year in Australia!! (Hello, blue of noon!!) Okay, I’ll back up just a little. I’ve been e-mailing a friend of mine who lives in Bangladesh. I’ll call him Mr. S. We met through business contacts, and have had a couple of drinks together, and we’ve been in contact via the internet off and on for a few months now. Every time he writes, he asks me when I’m going to visit him in Dhaka, and every time I write back, I ask him when he’s coming to visit me here. Surprise of surprises…..he showed up last night! Well, I knew he was coming a day ahead of time, as he sent me a note on Monday from Heathrow Airport asking me if I wanted to go to dinner on Tuesday night. He had an emergency business meeting in anther town (came all this way for a FOUR HOUR MEETING!!), but made plans to layover in my city before going back to Dhaka today.

Long story a bit shorter: I met Mr. S. and some of his co-workers at his hotel bar last night, and we moved on to dinner from there. I had a total of two glasses of wine (yay), and because I’d written something in an e-mail about being really hungover after NYE, Mr. S. was giving me a hard time about my drinking. So, we made a little bet. I bet him that I could make it through a whole year of limiting myself to two glasses of wine (or other alcoholic beverage) per night. He bet that I couldn’t. Loser pays for the other to fly to Australia. He already has a place to stay, so it’s really an airfare wager. And he says he trusts me to stick to my word.

So I just got off the phone with him, and he says that if I can make it until March, we would write up the plans and make it official! Ohh. I love a challenge. I think I could do this. I want to celebrate next New Year’s Eve in Australia!!

But we shall see if he’s going to stick to his end of the bargain…I hope I can stick to mine.

In The Sports Section:

Studies Show Romantic Feelings for Personal Trainers Cause Increased Heart Rate

As my muscles get stronger and stronger, so do the sexual overtones between Bill and me. Yikes. There are times during the workouts when I feel like I’m being such a tease, because I would never date the man (I don’t think), but then there are other times when I feel as if I could just drag him into the women’s locker room and share a hot, steamy shower with him! I have a feeling that he’s giving me weights that are just the teensiest bit too heavy for me to lift so that he can come up from behind me and spot me. And then he just has to make sure that my abs are working when I’m doing sit up thingies so he pokes three fingers into my stomach as I’m trying to sit up. It tickles, and I get the uncontrollable giggles every time.

I feel like a damn blushing schoolgirl around him. But you know what? I’m having so much fun!!

In Business News:

Very Nervous Woman to Speak at Company-Wide Meeting in Front of Thousands

It’s official. I’m speaking at the quarterly meeting next Wednesday. I’ve got to get all my visuals together, and I’m sure I’ll be practicing from this weekend on. For now, it makes me want to barf just thinking about it. At least the CEO will know who I am after this…especially if I flub up. He and the COO are famous for asking impossible questions when people are on the spot at the podium. I’m praying that the Tourette’s fairies don’t decide to pay me a visit during this extra special moment in time! Resume shall be updated this weekend just in case!!

The Forecast:

Are Sunny Skies Ahead for Single Girl-About-Town?

Let’s see. Here’s all that I’ve firmed up for my weekend so far: Sunday night at the movies (to see Amelie) with Evan. After our dinner date on Sunday and a few e-mails back and forth, he originally asked me out for Friday night. But Becca is having a girly slumber party, so I had to explain why I couldn’t go out on Friday. I tell you, guys ears really shoot straight up when you tell them about eight or nine girls gathering together for a night of unbridled drinking (only two for me), nighties, and pillow fights (at least that’s what they want to hear about it)!

Theo and I are still e-mailing back and forth. I think I’ve figured out what the deal is with him. He needs someone to give him a little nudge. He’s asked me to lunch once, and then after that, it’s been completely up to me to be slightly aggressive with the outings. Theo is the cutest one of all. He’s charming and sweet too. But I honestly don’t have the energy to pursue him. I always find the guys who make me work soooo hard! He’s gonna have to take just a tad more initiative. I would be super receptive to the slightest advance. C’mon, Theo!!

And then there’s dear, sweet Mark. At the risk of sounding completely like a bitch (hey, why not…I’ve spilled everything in here anyway), I don’t really like Mark because he doesn’t seem to like himself. I can’t stand it when a guy always puts himself down. But then I go back and read my writing. The tables were turned just a few short days ago, I know. I was the one who loathed myself. And he was the one to witness. I don’t know. The dynamic between Mark and me is now all screwed up. I think it’s beyond repair.

I think Russell’s already moved on. Funny. He was the one who told me he thought he could fall in love with me before he even met me!!

And life just goes on and on and on and on….