A Sunday Made For PJs in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Sure. I think he could be gay. I guess I was thrown off the gay scent with all of his talk about girls and the mile high club and the flirty, flirty complements. Hell, we even wrestled in the snow! But still, shouldn’t that have led to a kiss? Okay. I guess I’ll concede to the gay theory. That, or he’s just not into me.

I decided not to go back to Aero’s place for the dinner last night. There were too many other things going on, and I didn’t want to appear desperate and lonely, even though I was (and still am).

Boss’s Christmas party was last night. Went for a while. Said hello to everyone, Boss handed out gifts (he gave all the girls on his staff these gorgeous handmade necklaces with crystal bead dangles). He lives in a mansion on the south side of town. It was all very lovely and nice. Was supposed to hang with some of the girlies last night, but one by one, they ditched me. Fine.

Later, I ended up hanging with Julie and Sam, her ex-bf’s best friend (?). Long story. I hung out with Sam after Julie ditched us when her new boyfriend showed up. It was weird. Sam got drunk and said he needed a place to crash since he lives a good clip away from where we were. But instead of bringing him back to my place (too uncomfortable of a situation), I took him to a diner and forced coffee and an omelet with hash browns down his throat. At around 4:15 this morning, I made sure he was fine (and yes, he was fine—in more ways than one), and we took off in opposite directions. He called me on the drive home, and I talked with him until he pulled into his driveway. Though he’s a high-ranking, very successful executive who’s well traveled and versed, he’s more ‘cute kid’ than he is ‘attractive man’ to me. Fun to meet him, though. We shared a million laughs last night.

It’s Sunday afternoon. I’m lazy again.

Was supposed to go on a blind football-watching date this afternoon with a guy that Julie has been trying to set me up with for weeks now. We’ve talked on the phone several times, and had it all planned out, but he called me this morning to cancel. Fine, more jammie time for me. Especially since I didn’t hit the sack until 5:30 this morning.

Still feeling very down about the stupid speaker phone interview incident. The more I think about it the angrier I get. I’m mad at myself for not being on top of my game, but damn…who does that to someone? I guess I don’t really want that job if it’s going to be like that all the time. I worked hard to get out of there in the first place.

So now what? I dread the idea of starting the whole job search thing again, but I feel the need to live in a bigger city. Just to give you an idea of how small this little city really is, a swooping first glance around the joint where I went to meet Julie and Sam revealed the following people:

(1) Eric, the guy whose bed I shared with NYF last Saturday night—3 peas in a pod

(2) Some random guy I made out with last year and never wanted to see again

(3) The Jackhammer!

Eric was nice enough to come over and say hello. I’m happy to announce that I wasn’t drunk…nowhere close to it. And I give myself bonus points for having a diet coke in my hand.

I don’t think Random Guy even saw me.

The Jackhammer and I both pretended that we didn’t see each other (I know he saw me, though). He’s probably writing the same thing in his diary today, too.

I know that these things happen in bigger cities too. But there are only so many places to go around here, and these little run-ins happen every time I go out. I like my anonymity. Good thing travel season’s coming up at work. I should just submerse myself in work after the holidays for a while, then hop back on the job-search train in a couple of months. It’s exhausting trying to sneak out of work to fly somewhere for an interview, only to have to wait months and months to hear anything, and then be bombarded with questions from sneaky, arrogant assholes. I’m giving up for a while.