The Guy: Things have calmed down a LOT since I last wrote, and that’s a very, very good thing, I think. He was starting to freak me out with his multiple text talk of wanting to “make me the happiest girl in the world” and “can I see you Thursday and Friday AND Saturday…?” See, he went away on a business trip this week and I think he worked and partied his ass off and hopefully got a lot of whatever out of his system. I didn’t hear much from him while he was gone, save for the occasional text sent long after I was already asleep.
I really would like for him to have a clear head when it comes to me and vice versa. I can’t handle the over-sweet, sweet talk. I mean, I love to hear those words, but look, the guy doesn’t even KNOW me. What makes me think he isn’t saying the same exact things to three other women? Or 20 other women for that matter?
I need to go into this (if there even is a THIS) level-headed as hell. I feel like the Universe is telling me something by putting this guy in my path. I feel like the Universe is checking to make sure I’ve learned my lessons from the past.
So, if he makes it back from his side trip he took to the countryside today, I’m going to see him tonight for a casual get together. And if all goes well tonight, he’s invited me to a work function at a really swanky restaurant on Saturday. We’ll see…
Other Guys: I read all of your notes and took them to heart and of course, I’m not ready to put all of my eggs into the JKD basket (dude needs a better name…if it works out he’ll get one), so I will keep my eyes and ears open.
Meanwhile, I went back to the app well and found some awesome prospects. Unfortunately, the one who asked me out is from San Francisco and is only in town for a short while on business. He’s staying in the awesome boutique hotel a few blocks from me - the one with the fabulous bar where [A] and I met Bachelor Party Marty and the Bachelor himself.
Bachelor Party Marty and I were going to get together last Friday evening, but I was still soooooo hungover from the 2 bottles of champagne with JKD on Thursday night that I had to cancel our date! It was a dumb thing to do, I realized, so I tried to backpedal a little and asked him if he wanted to walk our dogs later on Friday - just casual, and he was like, sure, okay. But we never did get together. I’m letting that one fizzle out. To bad, would have been lovely to see this gorgeous specimen in the nude (not necessarily Friday, but…), but it just doesn’t seem like we will ever meet again. He sent me a photo of himself all dolled up for the wedding on Saturday afternoon (yes, THE wedding…of the bachelor in the bachelor party!) , and he’s tall and hot and looked so luscious, but he’s still so young and foolish.
The Work Situation: Had an all-day executive training yesterday. For some reason, I love those things - I don’t even know why. I just like learning about the way companies work together and leadership and all of that bullshit. We learned a lot about managing teams and managing up and across our peers. It was a long day and I walked away simply wiped out.
I also walked away kind of pissed about my title. This stuff is for director level and above (you know, the LEADERS of the company), and my one cool counterpart has already gotten his title promotion to Director and Brown Nosey is probably going to get hers…and I’m stuck here with a “Senior Manager” title that I don’t think I’m going to break out of, and this guy, this professor from the MBA program at a very well-known business school was telling us all about how titles really do matter, and I just wonder if he even knew what our situation is/was? I’m sitting in a room full of directors, vice presidents, executive vice presidents, and the C-team…talking about leading this company and all that bullshit and I feel like such a peon with the way I’m treated/titled. Now, I also realize that I have an attitude about my job, but it’s a vicious cycle when you’re placed into situations like this.
Regardless, I was vocal and engaged in the whole process throughout the day, and the leader guy came and thanked me at the end and said I asked very thoughtful questions and really added to the dynamic of the meeting.
Then I got to trickle some of the takeaways down to MY team today. God. They were receptive, but I know they are pretty set in their ways because right after I had the meeting, Negative C. got incredibly snippy with me about some bullshit email that she’d JUST sent that I hadn’t had time to read. What a C., that Negative C. She has issues and need some meds, stat.
I’m tired. I’m tired of beating my head against the wall with these people. I need to go prep for my big presentation in Phoenix next week. At least I’ll be out of the office.
The Bod: I got tired of not eating anything so I stopped that nonsense. I haven’t stepped on the scale in a few weeks, and now I’m scared. But I have to get back on the wagon next week, latest because the 30 year reunion looms. I need to make a gyno appointment and a regular appointment for a physical. I went to the dentist today, and my blood pressure is still too high. Why am I putting this stuff off? One day I just might wake up dead.
Okay, morbid. But I need to take care of myself. I do.
Miscellaneous: I love my dog and I love my life. I’m ready for new things. I need to give my love nest a sweep so I can invite my potential new lover over for a nightcap after dinner on Saturday night. We will NOT be sleeping together, but we might have a make out session on the couch. I need some excitement. I still miss the Bulldog. I have dinner planned with Cindy on Sunday so I can nurture friendships. Girlfriends are so important. I need to finish my writing assignments. I need to make a list of all of the things I need to do. OH. Did I tell you I’m doing morning pages every morning? I need big changes. When is the Mercury retrograde over???
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