Glasses of wine consumed on Friday night: lost count after 4.
Strange guys Ive dated in the past spotted while out: 2. First, the Secret Agent Guy. Hed actually called me earlier in the day to see what Id been up to. We played phone tag for a while. In my last message, I told him that I was probably going to see a movie with my friend Christy. But she called too late for the showing, and Chelle and Jen called and told me they were at a bar right down the street. So I pulled myself together and met them there. Secret Agent Guy was surprised to see me out. We chatted for a while, and he told me hed gotten a new job in Homeland Security. I was fascinated and wanted to hear all about it so I asked if it was top secret, and he said no, that he could talk about it. But when I started asking questions, he told me that he didnt want to talk about it. Um. Okay. [cricket chirps]. Later, I spotted the Hot Orthodontist, AKA the Penis Whipper-Outer at another bar. I told Jen to ask him if he was an ortho, and he looked completely taken off guard but then he saw me. Walked over and asked how Ive been.
Drinks spilled all over jeans: 1 glass Merlot. Yep. Jen spilled all over me and then proceeded to try to wipe me dry whilst Hot Orthodontist made a break for it.
Belvedere and Sodas: At least 1. The night got fuzzy after the spillage. Im not sure who bought it for me, but it was definitely time to go home after that.
High kicks performed at cardioblast class Saturday morning: over 10,000. What agony. I was so sure that I would be able to sweat my hangover right out of my body.
Hours spent on the couch recovering from both the night before and the high kicks: 6. Good lord. Saturday was such a waste.
Sex dreams while snoozing: 2
Dreams involving lesbian acts: 1
Times I jumped on the computer during the day: Countless.
E-mails from potential suitors as a result of Monday nights speed-dating fiasco: 9
Actual interest/dates set up: 0. I dont know what to say.
E-mails that made my heart flutter: 1. It was from LDL, begging me to visit him in Berkeley. Im tempted.
Items I could actually check off my To Do list: 1. Grocery store. How pathetic. Better go pick my clothes up off the bedroom floor now. Grumble.
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