AWU: Another Weekly Update in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Good lord, I’ve gotten so out of diary touch.

I need to do a little update on what’s been going on the past week. Another random week involving lots of work, travel, bullshit, and a bit of mischief! I barely remember where I left off and fear I’m going to forget something. So let’s see, maybe a quickie recap of the week like this:

Monday, 5/17: Basically a day of hard labor and recovery from the weekend. Scott (my hero from the weekend) called and made my heart pitter because I realized that it truly wasn’t a one-night thing (though I’m extremely leery because of my track record). Realized mid-workout that I shouldn’t have gone to the sports conditioning class on an empty stomach. I’ll remember that tomorrow.

Tuesday, 5/18: Sucky workday. Left immediately after work on a plane bound for NYC. Remember “New” New York Guy? It’d been six months, but we finally got together again for a nightcap. He picked me up at my hotel (in the scrumptious Carrera 4, top down) and took me to the Oak Room because I’d never been there before. Got creepy vibes from him for some reason. I don’t know. I tried not to let my nervousness show. When we got back to my hotel, I thanked him for the drink and he said, “I’m not gonna let six months of not seeing you go by without a kiss…” and then he grabbed my face and tried to ram his tongue down my esophagus. Then, when I got out of the car, he got out too. Ran around to the other side, wrapped one arm around my back and planted the other hand on my ass and pried my mouth open with his tongue again. I pushed him away and ran inside the hotel. I could hear him yell after me, but I quickly showed security my hotel key and made it back to my room where I locked every lock that I could and shoved a chair against the door. I’m kidding about the chair part. Sort of.

Wednesday, 5/19: Rainy day filled with meetings that had me schlepping from one end of Manhattan to the other. Soaked and steamy in the streets, and sloppy and chilled in the air-conditioned offices. Was nice to have cocktails at Spice Market later that evening. Try the blood orange mojitos. They are muy delicious. Afterwards, my co-worker and I didn’t want to go home, so we somehow found our way to Marquee where we danced and played with hot and not-so-hot boys until the wee hours of the morning. Starved at 3am, I made the taxi driver drop us off at the pizza place a block before we got to the hotel. Inhaled a gigantic slice of pepperoni and black olive.

Thursday, 5/20: Threw up first thing. Oddly, the black olives were still in tact. Sorry for the gross-out factor, but it was such a strange phenomenon to me. Didn’t meet with my co-workers until 10:45, which gave me time to sleep off the trauma. Worked a little, but mostly screwed off. Love days like that. Flew back and noticed that the Councilman had called. Called him back on my drive home from the airport. Set up a date for Sunday night (tonight).

Friday, 5/21: Worked my ass off all day and then went to another co-worker’s house to work on our side project. Yes, we’re still working on that “special project”. We have to give our final presentation on Thursday. Scott called while I was at my co-worker’s place and wanted to know what I was doing later. I told him that I was just going to go home and go to bed since I wanted to get up early and go to my special class at the gym at 8:30 the next morning. Cool. Or so I thought.

Saturday, 5/22: At 1:00am the phone started ringing. And ringing. And ringing. Scott was in my hood, and he was booty calling. You’re kidding me, right? Nope. I started freaking when he buzzed my door downstairs. Luckily, there was no one around to let him in. I refused to answer the phone and the door, and he finally stopped after a half hour of trying. I was part freaked and part worried. I mean, what if it was an emergency? I called and left a message with him while I was on my way to the gym at around 8:10, knowing that he wouldn’t be awake. Long story short, it was his birthday and I forgave him because I knew everyone was buying him shots and he got a little crazy. We ended up going to lunch and all was okay. Came back to my apartment and messed around. Damn. Probably not a smart idea if he really does have stalker or bizarre behavior potential. But I guess I’ll cross that road when I get to it. Went out with Jen later. Fun, but nothing much to write home about. Ran into Secret Agent Guy. Why do I see him everywhere I go in this town?

Today, 5/23: Gorgeous day. Had to run errands. Checked on the loft. Everything okay and set for me to move in at the beginning of July. Got a little bummed when the Councilman called to cancel our date because he was feeling under the weather. He apologized profusely, but I told him that I understood completely and almost told him the story about how I killed Aaron back in January by passing some deadly disease on to him on our second date. Told him instead that I appreciated his caution and would love to see him next week.

And that, in a nutshell, was my week. This week is probably going to end up being bullet-formed too. I’m sorry. But I’m exhausted and need sleep. Now.

Goodnight my pretties.