Interestingly, both Canuk and Super T called me last night, one right after the other.
Canuk first. Said he would have called sooner, but he lost his mobile phone! Said he accidentally left it in a cab and someone was nice enough to pick it up and meet him last night to get it back to him. He was a little pushy about me coming to NY before Christmas. Im not sure why. But when I told him that I would be in the city for two weeks in January, he quickly changed his tune. I cant quite figure him out. And even though I know hes sees other girls, I can tell hes very interested in me. Thats cool. I like that.
Then Super Ts call. I dont think his Thanksgiving ended up quite as hed expected. The turnout was smaller as his brother and SIL didnt come with the kids, and some other extended family had already left by the time he got there. I have a feeling I didnt get the whole story. Maybe he was seeing an old flame while he was in town or something. Whatever. It doesnt matter. I happily recounted the wonderful time that I had over the weekend and reiterated how much fun he would have had if hed driven the few extra hours to see me. He changed the subject quickly, and though our conversation was pleasant, it ended on a very uncertain note.
Oh well.
There was an e-mail waiting for me at work first thing this morning from Larry, the orthodontist I met while in the throes of the drunkfest of last Tuesday night. Actually, there were two. He sent one just to say hello, and then he sent another with a photo attached just to jog my memory. Well, well. I remember him being good looking. But I didnt quite remember him being model gorgeous! Daaayyyyum. I cant believe I somehow grew the balls to approach him (yeah, right .somehow). I also cant believe that he found the whole thing so amusing. But thats fine with me.
I immediately wrote him back. And now I wish I hadnt been so eager, but again, oh well.
Works kicking my ass. Ill put in a full days work tomorrow and then fly directly out to San Fran in order to get ready for a meeting Wednesday morning. Once the meeting is over, we immediately fly back. Drat. No finally getting to meet A. Mo. No seeing LDL (which is a good thing). No seeing my friend Jamie. No drunkfest (another good thing).
Then I come back here and do my damndest to get ready for the Miami meetings. I am now worried about the fact that Im going with the early group first thing Saturday morning so that we can party our asses off and dance our feet to their bloody stumps before the rest of the group arrives on Sunday night and Monday. Im just scared that I wont be prepared. So I guess Im just going to have to make myself prepared, eh?
I wish I could learn to relax and not stress so much.
I tried to do the workout thing tonight, but I had zero energy. I didnt leave work until 7:15 and didnt have time to eat before my session with TT (the talkative trainer). Result: non-effective workout causing trainer to send me home without doing any cardio. Bleuh. I simply have to get back into an exercise regimen. I think Ill pack those rubber bandy type thingies that Best Bud let me borrow (that I never gave back!) for my quickie SF trip.
Even though I was listless, it didnt stop TT from embarrassing me to the point of pseudo harassment. What is with these personal trainers? Remember, the last one came right out and told me that he wanted to fuck, and this one is following a similar path. As I was doing some weights, he told me that he liked the little noise I make while lifting that its sexy. And just waited for my reaction. I know I give off signals and invite this behavior, but this is almost ridiculous. Id be pissed if I wasnt flattered so much.
Sad. I know.
Well, as much as it pains me, Im going to have to get off this computer (and stop compulsively checking my e-mail for a reply from Mr. Hot Ortho). My bed is seductively whispering my name. And Im going to wrap myself up in wonderful fluffy down. And Im not emerging until Ive dreamt about .Canuk .or Super T .or Hot Ortho ..or the talkative trainer .or ..??????
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