Well, it’s Thursday, and I need about 5 more days in this week to feel comfortable about where I am from a productivity standpoint. I have hardly worked on my 2 big prezzies for next week as fire drills and random meetings have (of course) popped up all over the place. May be hanging out at the office this weekend - or at least putting in many hours of homework. Booo.
I have felt so weird ever since I found out about Doc. (see previous entry for context and the backstory). I have spent a crazy amount of time googling the stories and the news sites and what could have possibly happened. I hate to say this, but I do believe that it was probably greed that led him to this situation, based on the things that I’ve uncovered. And believe me, the story is waaaay worse than what I’ve written here. It makes me sick to my stomach.
I suppose the only good thing about the above occupying my brain is that it’s keeping me from obsessing about Bachelor Party Marty and his talented ways. Heh. The way things have [not] progressed since our last sexy texts on Monday and Tuesday, it will most likely be another four months before we see each other again. Or, actually, two months - since we have a date to go to a concert at the end of October.
I think I’m going to be okay having a hot, sexy younger dude as an occasional side fling. But I also think that if he starts back in on the late night can-I-come-cuddle-with-you texts, that I just might start saying yes instead of ignoring like I normally do. Why not, right? I mean, I was telling a long-time buddy of ours (ahem, Parliament) that there’s a damn divot in my bed where only I sleep, and it’s quite depressing to see when I pull the sheets back at night. If BPM wants to cuddle, I’ll be his cuddle-ee.
Guess who else probably wants to cuddle? That’s right, the Jingle Writer. He keeps sending me very nice texts and photos of what he’s doing and asking me how things are going. He just sent me a photo of his two mini Goldendoodles, who are currently living at his brother’s place while his brother battles cancer.
JW is trying to pull at my heartstrings, and I get it and it’s sweet and all, but makes me uncomfortable. I’m almost feeling that sending unsolicited photos - even if they are NOT dick pics - are still a bit invasive. Kind of like coming at me with his lips! Right? I mean, I’m pretty short with my replies, and I’m not replying to every photo. I’m definitely not encouraging photos and texts! What makes him think he should send more?
I suppose it’s my chance/opportunity to be upfront? It’s funny, though. In the Aziz Ansari book, Modern Romance, Aziz says that in his research, most people say that they’d like for people to just be honest and upfront if they are not interested, but what they really WANT to hear is a lie! In other words, it’s easier for the other person to hear that you’re moving away than for them to hear that you’re just not into them.
What to do?
Well. In my case, I need to head to lunch for now. I have a million things I need to do during my lunch break, including but not limited to: (a) walking the dog, (b) calling Aerolineas Argentinas to re-book my flight reservations that I botched yesterday - long story for another entry about EB’s and my trip to Argentina!, and (c) not obsess over any dudes.
I’ll catch you on the flip!
xox,
GS
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