*whoops, had to correct my entry/date number. Fixed now!
Saturday night. The Shut-In Fest continues…until tomorrow when I will clean myself up and go over to Best Bud’s to have a leftover turkey lunch.
It’s been fun, but I really need to come out of hibernation and socialize a little bit. It’s 8:30 and I’m almost ready for bed. I’ve eaten almost everything in my fridge and am down to ONE bottle of bubbly. Yes, it’s time to get myself out.
I am ready to get back to hanging out with the real world. The apartment’s almost completely decorated for Christmas and New Years. The last steps will be to clean a little deeper than my normal spot dusting and to make my place “guest ready”. By that, I mean I want to have my place so nice that anybody could come over at a moment’s notice and I won’t be embarrassed to invite them in. In fact, I won’t be embarrassed to have them SPEND THE NIGHT.
And by that, I mean gentleman callers.
Guys, I got nothing right now. I don’t even have a booty call-worthy person in my contacts list. The only person who I have a twinge of butterflies for lives five thousand miles away. Crazy to even think about that.
Yeah, SHIP continues to hold my interest with the little blips of information he sends my way every day. Today he sent photos of his boat. It’s a beautiful little houseboat (think Amsterdam and canals and the boats that line them). He was getting it prepped for the winter over the weekend. He named it after his brother who died of a drug overdose at age 25. My heart melts at these little tidbits because I feel like I’m getting to know this guy.
Yet…of course there’s a lot missing. The closeness, obviously, is the big thing. The fact that I drunkenly, sloppily, EASILY fucked this guy after ruling out his two buddies is also a weird thing that I’m not sure that I can even grasp.
OK, of course I can grasp it. I wanted a hot piece of Viking ass and I got it. What I can’t grasp is how absolutely, terribly sweet this guy is to me. I just didn’t expect anything like this and it’s confusing me because I’m starting to actually fantasize about seeing him again.
And it’s clearly a fantasy of MINE as he’s never said anything about us getting together again. Especially since he’s a freaking PILOT who flies all over the world. Pretty sure he could absolutely make it happen. As could I. Getting from here to Amsterdam is pretty damn easy and I could take a long weekend.
So. I will do my best not to work myself up too much more about all of this sweet, Icelandic Pilot fantasy of mine.
OK. Just playing around on Tinder right now and am shuddering at the absolute SHIT quality of selection on this toy. Why, why do I even do this? I just had the dumbest conversation (if you can even call it that) with some rich dude (I can tell by where he lives and what’s going on in his photos) who wanted to meet me RIGHT NOW. And okay, it’s Tinder, I get it. But I’d already told him that I was in for the night and asked him if he had any alternatives…
And he said, no, that I was the one he’d picked to meet (!!!).
So I suggested that perhaps I wasn’t communicating effectively, so I put it another way: I asked him if he had any alternative TIMES when it might be possible for us to meet.
And he said, “No. I’m going to Orlando tomorrow.”
So I said, “OK. Goodnight.”
And he was incredulous!
He then wrote back and was all…WOW…that’s it?
And THEN he said,”I’m going to the Ritz for a drink.”
Like that would change my mind and have me pleading to go out with him?!
The nicest thing that I can say about him is that he didn’t sent me a dick pic. But then again, he didn’t get far enough to get my number.
Enough.
I think I’ll crawl into bed an watch another Christmas movie to take my mind off of all this insanity.
OH! I forgot to write that I learned something about my dad on Thanksgiving: he likes chick flicks! And my mom hates them.
Dad and I had so much fun watching Love Actually while my mom walked in and out of the living room groaning and rolling her eyes.
I think that’s what’s gotten me even more into the holidays this year. I’m really into watching the cheesy, silly, funny, happy stuff. And prepping and decorating and cooking. It’s kind of bizarre in a nice way. I’m enjoying myself and not letting the stressors get to me.
I don’t know what this is, but I’m going with it. I kinda like rolling like this.
[jingles some bells and tosses confetti]
[air kisses]
GS
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