The Birthday Continues! in These Foolish Things

My 50th Birthday was Thursday. And while I didn’t really do much that was birthday-like (cake, candles, etc.) on this particular day, I have to say that I’ve milked the birthday issue pretty much as much as I possibly can…and I’m still celebrating!

So, Thursday. Went to work as normal, did all a the normal work things, went to lunch with Best Bud and that was fun. Went home as normal and walked the dog like normal.

Then Steve McQueen came and picked me up to go to the rock show…whatever that was. I never told him it was my birthday because I truly wanted it to be more about getting to know him (asking him good questions) than putting the pressure on to making it about ME as it always seems to come to for whatever reason. The guy just has this way of lulling me into feeling comfortable about telling him EVERYTHING.

He picked me up as he now has done, what…7 times already? You guys, we’ve been on 7 dates now. Remember when I couldn’t get to Date 2 with anyone? This is truly a miracle!

Anyway, got to the place and it was really funny because the “rock show” ended up being pretty HARD rock cover bands. Everyone was dressed in black and covered in tattoos. SMcQ and I could not have looked more out of place, though I was wearing I black top with mesh sleeves, jeans and some super spiky pumps. SMcQ was wearing a white button-up shirt with jeans and looking super conservative! It was hilarious!

We got cocktails and went to sit out in the entryway/hallway/seating place to talk. Of course, he wanted to know all about the road trip that Athena and I just took, so the conversation was again all about me. It’s hard to swing it back around on him because there is NEVER a lull in our conversation. We can chatter for hours and the talk just morphs from one topic to another easily.

At this point, it’s hard to turn it back around and start from the beginning…like, “Hey Steve, how long have you been divorced and what do you want out of what we are doing here? Do you ultimately want a relationship? What about your thoughts on getting re-married?”

OMG….NO!!

Why am I ALWAYS so afraid of asking those types of questions? Is it that I’m scared of the answer or afraid that I will scare someone away? There’s GOT to be an easy way of doing this? And I do know what that is…it’s asking all of these questions on a first date. It just didn’t happen that way with us.

And do I even HAVE to brooch the subject in such a manner? Will it come out eventually? I mean, this stuff finally came out with the Bulldog, but it was after I was already in love with him.

ANYWAY.

We drank a little, talked a lot, and then decided to leave the venue to maybe head out and find something to eat.

But before we found a place, he ended up driving past the building where he offices. It’s a historical landmark and I’ve always wondered what it was. He asked me if I’d like to see his office. Um, YES!

So we parked in back and he unlocked the back door. There was a cleaning crew inside, so he asked if they’d unlock a certain office and they did. It was a former governor’s office or something. It was absolutely spectacular…filled with all kinds of official state artifacts and other good stuff. It was as if it were frozen in time and I felt like it was the 1950s or something.

Then he showed me a few other rooms - libraries, his office, his friend’s office. All were filled with just amazing furnishings and memorabilia. I asked if he’d ever made out on his sofa. I asked if he’d ever had drinks from the Mad Men-esque bar.

Soon, we found ourselves drinking whiskey and making out on his big leather sofa! We knew we needed to leave soon…it was already getting late and he needed to get home shortly after his son got home from wherever.

But it was just so HOT.

We moved into the boardroom, where he pushed me against the table and we ended up rolling around on top of the giant meeting room tabletop! It was so steamy. I kept looking around for cameras, but I don’t think there are any in that building…but I wonder…

It got later and later. He was supposed to go home. I needed sleep, but we just kept going from room to room, kind of squishing into each other and mugging down on every piece of furniture. The man has moves. Many. I was in heaven. I wanted to do him so badly. But that’s a bad idea.

Finally. FINALLY, at 1:30am, we left the building. I was blurry and my heart was racing and I knew that the next day would be torture.

And it was, of course.

It was nearly impossible to get out of bed and get to work. Work was actually kind of fun because it’s almost Halloween and people are decorating their offices and I had a birthday lunch from my team, which was nice. One of my (now former) assistants brought me cake. I didn’t get a whole lot done.

The announcement about the new gig came out at the very end of the day. I have a lot to say about it so it needs another entry.

Then I left because I had dinner plans with an old college buddy I hadn’t seen in 25 years!! Had to go home and get the dog from daycare, walk her and then meet Alan and his wife at their hotel. Luckily, the hotel was only 5 blocks from my place.

It was a nice evening, but you guys, I was OUT OF IT. Reeling from the night before, I wasn’t able to blow it out with Alan. I did get some good juice about my college boyfriend - the one I had a not-so-secret rendezvous with in Paris last year, do you remember? His wife found out and it was very scandalous??? Yeah. Anyway, we laughed about that and other things.

Still, I went home and went straight to bed.

Brunch yesterday was absolutely spectacular. It was one of the best ones. Best Bud actually showed up, which made it really special. I drank quite a bit of champagne, because, why the eff not? It was one of the more lingering brunches, and I was so happy that we could stay for a while longer and just chit chat.

Was supposed to see Steve McQueen yesterday/last night, but our plans sort of fizzled, and I wonder if it had to do with us both maybe trying to take it a little bit slower but without saying anything to each other? He conveniently had kid stuff that needed to be taken care of and all I really wanted to do was stay home and nest on account of ALLLL the damn drinking and late nights lately. OH…I forgot to tell you about Wednesday night with Mike! Sheesh…let’s just say I was out drinking and socializing most of the past week. I was DEAD TIRED.

So I was secretly glad not to go out with SMcQ last night. We did talk on the phone for about 30 minutes and that was really nice. We talked about maybe doing something tonight, but it feels very play-it-by-ear and that’s just fine with me.

I was also supposed to have a birthday brunch today with my folks, but my mom is sick today so she couldn’t make it. I hate to say it, but I was secretly happy with that cancellation as well. It’s been nice to stay home today. I’m doing laundry and getting organized. Maybe by tonight I’ll be back to being pumped about going out and doing something?

Anyway. It’s been wonderful. I’ve loved every second of my Birthday Week/Month/Year.
xox,
GS