Filed under: Being Mere
There are times when you look around your life and you smile to yourself and think This is pretty good. Is there room for improvement? Sure. Are there things you wish were different? Yup. But for the most part you realize you are having as much fun as your body can handle while surrounded by amazing people.
The fact that you’re are brimming with contentedness shows through. And it is catching.
Stories later, people. It has been a long, long day of work, and my evening should be filled with even more fun.
Filed under: Work
10 am found me bitching to my hairdresser that I was oh-so-bored and didn’t she know anyone who wants to buy a house…or is thinking about buying a house…or wants to pretend they want to buy a house…because the lack of work to do is killing me.
This is my fifth year in real estate, and this slow down is normal, but it takes me by surprise ever year.
So…I put my email on ‘vacation response’, made an extensive list of spring cleaning items and got down to it today. I vacuumed a closet and cleaned the office. I did laundry and took out the trash.
I was in the middle of bbqing a chicken breast for lunch when the call came – A LISTING! A listing I was supposed to have already done all the paperwork for, but I had not. A fire-drill! Get it all done NOW! 3 types of flyers and a postcard for marketing! Letters to 300 neighbors! NOW!
Sigh…it feels oh-so-good.
Filed under: Being Mere
I had FINALLY taken a deep breath and realized no one would make out with me (except D who offered since I was whining so much).
And then I turned on Oprah and my boyfriend, Robin Thicke, is on and it started all over again. DAMMIT!
Filed under: dating
I tried everything to calm my hormones today. I watched endless hours of Law and Order. I washed sheets, cleaned the fishtank AND the fireplace. I put receipts into the computer in order to make my taxes easier. I READ A LETTER FROM THE IRS – and if that does not put your hormones away, I guess nothing will.
But I am still dying to make out with someone. More specifically Mr. Baldie from Saturday night.
In a phone conversation moments ago, a girlfriend and I spoke of what it means to be kissed correctly. How it is so much hotter than just about anything. And I was kissed correctly Saturday night. Although, I must admit, I was not all that into it at the time seeing as I had been drinking for 7 hours and on my third consecutive night of libations in high heels. I was tired and my feet were killing me.
But it was such a good kiss, I remembered it when sober and rested.
Hm. When he does not call me, I might cry.
My drunken Saturday has done more than leave me with a 24 hour hangover. Making out with a stranger in the street (one who is a pretty good kisser) has turned me into the kissing bandit.
I spent the whole day yesterday trying to nail down a male with which to make out with. I called some, I IM’d others, and I emailed the vet and then sat around for 12 hours to wait the response. I even stalked the boy from the night before, hoping for a call or email.
Shot down on all fronts. The vet had the decency to say he has intended to save Monday to hang out with me, but my clients moved their bbq from Sunday to today and he feels like he has to go.
I pouted about that. I should no pout to someone I have been out with once, right? Probably not a good move.
So now I have a full day, nothing to do and no one to make out with.
Sigh.
Wow….that last post was a doozy. I had to fix it like 3 times. I kept saying ‘you’ when I meant ‘I’. I mean I know YOU are smart enough to know that what I write is always about me (vain much?) but shit….that was just horrible (well more horrible than usual with my total fuck you attitude towards grammar as a whole).
Anyway, woke up with no voice. In desperate need of cheese.
I counted – I had 4 beers and 2 drinks. In 7 hours of drinking. That is not a lot right? I mean isn’t the rule one drink and hour to not be drunk? Then why was I hammered and making out with boys at 2 am? Boys who WERE cute, but lied about their age (this is a recurring theme with boys – they are always saying they are older than they are and I just DON’T GET IT!! ). Anyway, he said he was 43 and I was not buying it. By the end of the night I am looking at his drivers license which makes him 38. D is convinced he thought we were older than we are and he was compensating…if that it true I am running to a plastic surgeon.
The vet seems to have fallen off the page. He sent me an email about going out again….I threw some dates and times out there….and he never responded. He did respond to a one liner I sent him, which is confusing. Did he not see the other email? Did he lose interest? Did I say something stupid again? I sent my LAST email today. Just saying something about how I was looking forward to having the next 2 days off (hint much?). If I get no response, or do not get the desired response, I am letting that one go. I am sort of over boys who cannot get their shit together.
Filed under: Drinking
Why is it that the nights you tell yourself you will only have 2 beers and be home early (because you are exhausted) are the nights you have so much freaking fun you really don’t ever want to go home?
The night started at a sausage fest of UFC on pay per view at some sports bar (so many men, so little opportunity to chat them up), and moves to my fave dive bar where I GET SHOT DOWN by some guy I am convinced is giving me some good vibes only to find out he is a chronic pot smoker who lives with his mom (at the age of 36). Seriously, I gave him the perfect opportunity to tag along with us this week, joining the whole group for cheap liquor and he TURNED ME DOWN because it was a week night. I looked at him and said “You are fucking kidding me, right”? And tried not to cry all the way to the next bar.
Then on to a local bar where I meet an amazing guy and end up making out with him on the street at 2 am. For the record I almost never make out with boys at bars…but he was so cute it was unavoidable.
So. Fun. I am sort of amazed we could have that much fun. Wow.
Filed under: dating
He was shorter than I expected…or at least seemed that way. I could be wrong. My perceptions of the night are all fucked from 4 glasses of sparkling wine followed by another bottle of wine and 2 bites of pasta and 1 crab cake. He was cute – but sort of young looking.
Over all – good. A good first date/meeting thing. Not great. Not flirty and hot. Which I may have preferred. But good.
The wine bar was perfect. Our bartender was 100% bershon. The wine was decent but hardly earth shattering like the ones at our SF tastings.
I wish I had more to say. But I think I might be hungover and it is everything I can do to get my ass presentable to hit happy hour with a new group of friends. I still have 2 hours to get dressed and put makeup on. At the rate I am going that will be cutting it close.
I think I will be seeing him again this weekend. We will see.
- My new favorite word is poached. I said it about 137 times yesterday. Yeah…I can’t explain it either.
- I am about to jump in the shower for the date with the vet. Last night as I fell asleep, I tried to conjure up worst case scenario (him calling me fat to my face).
- After that I decided to recite a new mantra – I can only be me. I cannot change to be what he might want. And if he hates me, I will be ok (humiliated, but ok!)
- I also decided that if there is no chemistry, I will try to talk real estate and sell him a house instead. Because if I am not going to be making out with him, I want to make a paycheck off of him.
- I saw 17 houses today. That is a lot. I saw them in 3 hours. That is fast.
