Here and There in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Sunday night. Another week come and gone. I’m bracing for the start of some crazy, crazy workweeks (the long hours and weekly travel again), and breathing another sigh of relief for the end of another weird weekend.

Las Vegas Guy made it back to his California home with only a few minor delays and then on to his Las Vegas home for a weekend of all-nighters with his boys. He’s already talking about the next time we see each other, and is chomping at the bit to meet me in NYC.

Man, if I were completely into him, I’d be thrilled. Here’s a guy who has no office hours to speak of, can go anywhere in the world he wants on a moment’s notice, and is more than willing to wine and dine me on location. He’s smart and sharp and completely together. I’m just so confuzzled about him.

What do I do? He’s reserved a plane ticket to New York for next week and is setting me up with his financial guy without me even asking—for any of it. I haven’t said no, and I don’t know if I even want to say no. I think I’m just a little overwhelmed. Okay, okay. And secretly thrilled. But still not all up in his deal. Damn.

Other weekend news: started the weekend at the salon directly after work. My stylist blew my hair out a little differently and I FINALLY understand how it’s supposed to work now! Last time she’d said she didn’t quite do the bangs right, but didn’t really expound. And this time she did this kinda sweeping thing, and now I LOVE IT!! Yay. Had to be the start of good things, right?

Met a friend out for drinks and then dinner. Honestly, I’m not sure what happened, but something of a meltdown was involved and we parted ways strangely. I certainly wasn’t ready to go home, and was feeling rather ornery by that time, so I took myself dancing at this club.

I’m weird like that, you know. Plus, I needed to sober up before driving myself home anyway. So I drank club soda for a few hours and danced and talked to what seemed like hundreds of people. How fun! I saw Stalker Guy (I can’t remember what I used to call him, but he was the guy who used to show up on the doorstep of my last apartment and call me in the middle of the night.

Was offered cocaine by some idiot guy and I told him he was a dumb-ass. I think I hurt his feelings. Oh well. Sorry, Cocaine Boy, but you really ARE an idiot.

I also spotted the hottest guy in the place and gave him the once-over from afar, but didn’t think that he noticed. BUT! Before I knew it, there was Strikingly Hot Guy walking right up to me! Yowza!

Basically, we talked the rest of the night (until 3:30am) until I absolutely HAD to go home or I was going to fall asleep in my car. That’s right, I got Strikingly Hot Guy into my car, and [gasp!] kissed him! Okay, okay. Actually, he kissed me! Which is even BETTER!!! And get this…he’s actually my age! I finally ogled someone at a bar who’s older than 22! After the kissy-face, numbers were exchanged, but breath is certainly NOT being held.

Home to bed…tired but sober, and somewhat giddy.

Did a bunch of shit yesterday that’s going to involve my future living situation, but I don’t feel like getting into that right now. I want to talk more fluff.

Went out last night on ANOTHER date…oh man, I should do a proper rate-a-date for this one too. I’m too tired for that right now. I have a plane to catch at 6:30 tomorrow morning.

So what can I close with? Aaah yes! Here’s a GREAT one:

Remember Aaron? He’s the guy who had me over to his place, and I fell asleep after having that amazing dinner while sitting in front of a roaring fire? Remember how I said his house looked like something out of an interior design magazine? And that I was so intimidated by the whole scene?

Right. So today I’m flipping through an interior design magazine, and I ran across some photos that looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, there was the living room with the gorgeous fireplace and the cool custom-built retractable coffee table and the soft, delicious, luxurious sofa…that I CRASHED ON!!

And THEN! There were quotes and DETAILS about having an “intimate dinner in front of the living room fireplace.”

I so, so wish the article had mentioned how amazingly comfortable the place is. So comfortable that people feel at home and simply fall asleep after being hand-fed special dark chocolate and fine, vintage bottles of cab. And that Aaron leaves jammies, glasses of water and sweet notes on that adjustable coffee table.

The photos alone just don’t do the place justice.

I need to go. 4am comes early when you haven’t quite finished packing yet.