I Will Not Have an Affair! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

My heart jumped a little when my phone rang and I saw Jeff’s name light up on the phone ID. Only I wasn’t sure if it was jumping because I thought he was calling for business or because I thought he might be calling for pleasure.

I had run into him the day he got back from Vegas. He stayed a day later than I did, and I’d sent him a quick e-mail for him to find when he got back into town. The e-mail was simply an apology for the phone debacle and a hoping-to-touch-base-regarding-the-job note. Nothing more. I didn’t really expect to hear from or see him for a few days.

But we accidentally ran into each other in the parking garage that night because we were both working late. I was trying to catch up, and he’d just flown back in. We both pretty much looked like hell (although that’s really hard for him to do). The first thing we did was look at each other with a startled expression. The second thing we did was laugh and make small talk.

“George missed his plane!”

“Yeah, I know! Hahahahah!”

“You should have stayed the extra night. We were out until 3:30 again!”

“No way. I’m still paying for our little rendezvous!”

“We were out of control.”

“Yeah.”

And that was pretty much it. We each went on our happy little way.

But yesterday, my phone rang and I saw that it was Jeff. He started asking me all kinds of questions about Europe…..when I was going to be there, where I was staying, yada, yada.

Guess what? We’re going to both be in Milan on the same days! I don’t know whether to be excited or nervous. Well, okay. I am excited about it. But a little freaked. He asked me where I was staying and told me that my hotel was fantastic. He said he was staying at a different one, so I told him to switch (what???)!

I know, I’m crazy. Stupid, even. But right now, this is the stuff of excitement for me. And even though I know that we would never do something crazy like that…that I would never sleep with him for so, so, soooo many reasons, it is so incredible to know that someone so handsome and powerful and effective and likable and cool and funny and amazing could even be remotely involved with me in such a way.

What way is that? Well, I’m still not sure.

I told Best Bud the whole story, and of course, she being the wise older sister type lectured me about the fact that the days of sleeping your way to the top are over. But I know that. It’s not about sleeping my way into a new job…it’s more about the ego boost right now. I just like being with him. Hanging. Being seen with him. Being friends with him.

For some reason, the job seems secondary. But it’s really not. When it comes right down to it, it’s all about the job. Because if I don’t snag myself a little bit of job security, I will never have this opportunity again. I may have similar things. Who knows? There may even be better things yet to come. All I know is that things are changing, and I simply MUST do something about it, or I just have this nagging feeling that I will so be left behind in the dust.

So what do I do? Grope in the darkness? Get myself into scandalous situations? Hm. I’m not sure if I’m doing this right. But it just feels so delicious.

Maybe I’ll get myself straight when I get back from Europe. For now, I’m going to let myself enjoy. Sensibly, yes…but enjoy indeed.

Speaking of enjoy…

I just got off the phone with Hy. Oh my. He has gotten me so excited about tomorrow night! I haven’t felt this much anticipation since I found out that Jeff and I were going to be in Milan at the same time (that’s a joke, people)!!

Actually, Hy and I just had the most wonderful conversation. I’m not so intimidated while we’re on the phone. All I can hear it the cuteness of his voice. The boyishness. The sincerity. The sweetness.

I’m sure that will all fade away when I am pacing the floors tomorrow evening waiting for his truck to pull up in front of my place! I’ve already cracked open a bottle of Cabernet and started drinking in anticipation!

God, he’s cute. And I know from the things that I write in this diary that I think everyone’s cute….or hot…or gorgeous…or whatever. But I have to just say right here and now: Hy is way, way cute. In the most darling of ways. Dammit. Why does he have to live four hours away? Guess it won’t matter when I’m stumbling drunkenly down the streets of Milan, now will it?

Okay. It appears that I need to go to bed. I have some last-minute cleaning I need to do in the morning, and I’m just toooooo excited and goofy right now.

I am the biggest dork on the planet.

I don’t even get this excited for Christmas morning!!!

Beddy-bye now. Night-night.