Kissing is Neat! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Weekend was entirely too short. Weekend was entirely too fun. I want another weekend, please.

Friday was luscious. Just like a Friday should be. I left work early. I should have been working on so many things here at the office, but it was so freaking quiet in here and I hadn’t taken an early day since I went to Houston (I never got around to writing about that, did I? Good stuff.). But yeah, I left the office with Christy and we went shopping…something that’s extremely dangerous yet wonderfully therapeutic for me lately. I love fall clothing. Just ask my closet. And my Visa statement.

Friday night, Q. called to ask me if I wanted to go to see Team America World Police with him on Saturday. I was in such a good mood that I said yes. And I meant it. No regrets, yet no expectations. Just a movie. He’d been having roommate issues and I think just wanted a drama-free night. I was very much for that. Felt good to talk to him. I hadn’t all week. Purposely. I was already jammie-clad and curled up in bed as we were talking. I know, I know. But it was just…nice.

Saturday morning I was well-rested and ready to go. Went to the gym and tore it up for a couple of hours. Felt great. I haven’t lost any of that weight yet, but I’m working on it. Doesn’t hurt when hot, sweaty instructor guy plays favorites with me. I love the way he gets behind me and mirrors my moves. I know, I’m pervy. But it works with me. If I could have a tall, gorgeous fitness instructor follow me around all day and mirror my moves and keep me motivated, I’d be so amazingly fit.

Got my hair did. Getting a hair cut and style is such a sensual thing for me. Why is that? I think having my hair played with is one of the yummiest feelings in the world. It’s as good as, if not better than, a full body massage. I can’t explain it, but sometimes when I’m sitting in that chair feeling all squishy, I get a little self-conscious about it. Does anyone else get tingly when their hair gets attention?

And THEN! I shopped some more. Former nabe Julie called me to tell me that she was headed to Forever 21 to shop. Oh crap. My case of shopping disease was full blown over the weekend. I spent so much $$$ on clothing that I’m too afraid to add it all up. Luckily, F21 has el-cheapo stuff. I got the most darling coat. It has a convertible collar, big buttons (pea-coat style) and an attached low-slung belt. Cute—especially for $59! Not bad, until you add in the fact that I bought a $200 coat the night before. And a $170 skirt. And a bunch of other crap that added up to another coupla hundo. Ouch. That’s when it starts to hurt. I’m ill.

Later, the movies with Q. Going to the movies with him is quite the experience, especially when the movie is Team America. The movie was so absurd, and his reactions were freaking classic. He’s so theatrical. Really. I think Q. is the most animated character I’ve ever met. One thing is for sure, if we were to ever get together (which..I KNOW is not going to happen, okay?), I would never, ever be bored. Ever.

After the movies, we had a couple more beers and then made out in the car. What can I say? He makes me hot. Steaming hot. I got all worked up and then he said goodnight. It’s frustrating. And confusing. But not worth getting all worked up over, so I didn’t. I had a fun evening with him and that’s that. Not reading anything into it. Not worrying or stressing about it. Just letting it be what it is… or was. A nice time.

And then it was Sunday. I was invited to a football watching party at my friend Jen’s pseudo-boyfriend’s place. I ended up staying all day and well into the evening. I know what you’re thinking…our Ginger? Hanging out watching football (and then basketball) all day/night long? Yes! Okay, not really. I mostly drank and ate and joked around and hung out and ogled this one guy in particular (mmm…maybe two guys, but one of them actually took the bait!). Again, my pervy ways came out. But when he called me on them….yikes. I got myself in trouble! Fun trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

See, it was one of those situations where you’re thinking to yourself, wow—that guy is so insanely hot. I wonder what it would be like to kiss those luscious full lips and rub my hands up and down that amazing torso and then wrap my arms around that big, barrel chest. But when it comes right down to it, and you find yourself alone in the kitchen with him and he plants those hot lips on yours and guides your hands along the ridges of his body and wraps those big, strong arms around you…you’re sort of like, ehhhh.

I don’t know. I just wasn’t into it. I know he knows how insanely (almost disturbingly) hot he is. And that just bugs me. Because he was all cocky about it, thinking that I would naturally swoon and get all squishy about him. But I didn’t really. Sure, it was nice to think that such an attractive man found me attractive too. But did he really? I couldn’t tell. It almost felt like he was just trying to prove a stupid point and to boost his own ego, and when I didn’t flutter, it kind of pissed him off. Ehh. Stupid, stupid guys.

Still, fun! Kissing is neat.

So now, here it is Monday, and I’m already getting stressed out about this week. Tomorrow is Dallas and Wednesday is Milwaukee and when am I going to have time to get my video done? I knew I would procrastinate. I always do, you know.

Here’s something funny related to travel: last time I flew to NY, I somehow managed to make friends with the pilot on my flight and gave him my number (imagine that!). He called me today to tell me that he’s going to be in [my city] tomorrow (flying from Dallas via Newark) and wanted to take me to lunch. Too bad. I’ll be in Dallas and will miss him by mere minutes.

Such is life. I wonder how many things I miss by mere minutes every day?