On the plane. I’m sure I’ll start this entry and have to come back to it later tonight.
I managed to re-work my skirt, and I love it! I have a black pleated leather skirt. It was knee length, and although it was quite chic, it basically looked like a leather kilt…a mens leather kilt. It just hit in a weird spot on my knees and I never wore it.
This morning I cut four inches off the bottom! Do you know how easy it was to alter that skirt? There was no bottom hem and no lining in the skirt, so all I had to do was mark the skirt as short as I wanted it to be and take a pair of scissors and cut, cut, cut all the way around! I was going to take off five inches at first, but then I thought better of it. I am going to a business convention, not 1 Oak nightclub! Still, I think I’ll be able to go salsa dancing in it later this week!
There’s a guy I work with named Jesus. I believe he’s Columbian. He loves to salsa and merengue! I do too! We have plans to sneak off one night and do a little dancin’! I’m completely looking forward to that – and guilt-free!
Look, I realize that I’m in love with the Bulldog, but that doesn’t mean anything to him. We have not had “the talk” and we are both free to do whatever we want with whomever we want. And even though I can never get to the point of doing the dirty with anyone else (because of said feelings of love), that doesn’t mean I’m dead.
Take, for example, the very nice Australian man sitting next to me here in First Class on the plane. We are/were having a lovely time talking, and I guarantee you if I didn’t know he was married I’d be flirting with him like crazy.
I’m not dead. And I want a love that I deserve.
So. Back to Jesus. He’s handsome and gregarious and has a long distance girlfriend who I’m not sure he sees all that often. I like to flirt with him. I’d never, never go any further, but it’s nice to have a flirt buddy at the office. He’d actually asked me if I had plans for Valentine’s Day way back when, but then I did end up having Valentine’s Day plans, so…
I am such a weirdo. I want a lover who can’t keep his eyes or his hands off of me. Is that so much to ask? Does that make me needy or clingy? It’s just so odd with the Bulldog. I’ve never known less affection outside of the bedroom when he’s so delicious in bed. I don’t understand it.
OK. The plane is in descent. I better get going for now. More soon…
Later today –
I’m exhausted. I need to put the rest of the day into bullets:
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Australian guy sitting next to me on the plane gave me his card and told me to call him if I got bored. It was a nice chat, but I’m not going to call him. Still, what fun!
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My boss was supposed to be on an earlier flight , but it was canceled. When we landed, I found out that he was on MY flight in a middle seat in the back of the plane while I sat in first class. Oops.
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Had lunch and announced that I won’t be drinking during this convention. That announcement led to all kinds of speculation and comments:
• What’s wrong with you?
• Why aren’t you doing this for Lent instead of the month of March?
• Are you pregnant?
• Can you please have a drink? You’re really bitchy when you tee-total. -
Worked on the trade show booth. It’s really nice.
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Gave a presentation to the rep team. Went well.
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Had good conversations with the CEO
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Had a hilarious dinner with my team – lots of laughter and jokes, but still a bit of uncomfortableness as I sat through dinner without drinking
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Opted out of the bars tonight. I’m just so tired as I got up at 3AM to alter my skirt, finish packing and get to the airport in time for a 7:15AM flight.
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Back at hotel and have talked to both SexyPants and the Bulldog.
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Soooooo ready for bed.
Tomorrow is a BIG DAY, so I’m going to say goodnight now!
I rate today a 7.5.
Love and ZZZZZZZZZs,
GS
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