Filed under: Being Mere
Yesterday was a fabulous day. Antiques, tasting someone elses wedding cake, helping choose flowers, 2 meals eaten in diners – awesome day.
Tomorrow? I have to fast. No food. Pease kill me.
Filed under: Work
The mom and I are #27 out of more than 850 area agents. #27. In THIS economy. Top 100. Hell, TOP FIFTY.
She gets a save the date to a celebration lunch.
I am not copied on it. She is pissed.
Personally, I do not care. We have done well enough in years past to be invited (but we have never been in the top like this) to other events of this type and is years past it was the same goddamn thing.
But I do see her point. The VP Ass Kisser cannot take the time to know his top 30 agents in the area? At least not enough to address the emails correctly? It was the same with the last VP. We were under the radar…successful enough, but not enough to…I don’t know….know both of our names? But this year we were fucking #1 in our office for 9 months. And we settled at #2 in the office. And nothing…..nada.
She has been with the company for 20 years. I have been here 7. Just a little recognition would be nice…something more than the pre-printed congrats cards we get from time to time.
She sent the invite to our manager and I KNOW our manager will know she is pissed. Gonna be interesting tomorrow.
So…of COURSE the fact that he said he wants to see me again means I will never hear from him again, right? Or…he will call a few times, send a text, but nothing else.
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I saw He is Just Not That Into You. Loved it. And I am not that girl. I mean we are ALL that girl…but I do not wait by the phone (much) and I am pretty aware of when they are playing games. But still….ugh. I HATE dating!!!!
But the movie was good. I enjoyed it. And I need to read the book again!
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One more test for the doctor….ugh. This test takes work. And humiliation. Yay! I will probably share next Monday…since…well….MOST of you are close to my age or maybe even younger and I want to share with you how much it SUCKS TO GET OLD!!!
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Hm….what else? Nothing really. Still obsessing over fabric (if you know any cool fabric stores let me know!)
I need to find the fabric so I can pick a color to paint the night stands.
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Filed under: dating
They can smell it, can’t they?
They can smell another man on you…even from 30 miles away.
Fucking bastards.
Puzzleboy is back. Emailing about who dropped the ball (certainly wasn’t me….I do not drop balls).
Filed under: dating
I was popping pepto before my date with the “doctahh” last night. My stomach was upset and I was shaky. It is amazing how I can get inside my own head and sabotage things.
I was also running late – which is not my style.
He called as I was getting onto 237 and we settled on a place and a time. “Do we have a plan?” I ask. “A loose one. We are going to meet for drinks and if things go well we can have dinner since we both must be hungry” he responds. “If you bail after cocktails I am so gonna call bullshit on you!”. He laughs.
I then called W for words of wisdom. “I think he may be a tool. He is way too excited about meeting me.”
“He is a doctahh*. And tall. Why the hell is he single? You KNOW there has to be something wrong with him,” she says.
The perfect way to calm my nerves. I am there first, send a text and he calls me a geek. A few moment later he walks up as I am checking email on my phone and calls me a geek again. We head inside.
The bartender is someone I know. And I am sort of flabbergasted. He tells me I have lost weight and I tell him to shut it, first date, while the doctahh talks to the manager. They are all over us, the bartender and the manager. I am trying to be gracious, but feel weird since I do not know the person sitting next to me. It is awkward to have a conversation about my past work history in front of someone I do not yet know. Anyway, we both shoot looks at each other knowing we cannot stop what is happening.
He then orders me a drink while I am talking to the manager – did not ask what I want, already having checked via email what my favorite drink is. Hot. He takes my coat and hangs it somewhere.
We get a few moments to talk before the bartender is back. The bartender wants to chit chat and I am doing my best to not get involved. It was actually perfect because I really had to focus on my date in order to ignore the bartender trying to get my attention.
Then. THEN!!! There are two other people at the bar. One is obviousley a lesbian. She starts hollering at the bartender about some drama. I am confused. The doctahh leans over and tells me her date went to the ladies room and kept walking out the back door. Wow. We giggle that we did not know that was an option. He tells me he may stick me with the dinner bill, following that gal in her exit. I threaten to show up at the hospital and tell all the nurses what he did.
We move to a table near the bar. The manager had been saving it for us. I tell him W’s thoughts, finally remembering what she said. He tells me he is divorced, but I already knew that…or so he says. Um…no, I didn’t. We talk about all sorts of stuff. I think the waiter is weird. He thinks he is Greek. I say Canadian. I win. He finds it impressive that I can be in a town I have not lived in for 9 years and know someone within a few moments. He finds it disconcerting that the bartender is staring at “my date”. I tell him the bartender is not necessarily into me – just a freak.
He asks me if I have googled him. I lie and say no. I have. But not in the stalkerish ways of my past where I read everything there was. I checked he was a doctahh…and where….and I came across a blog about cars…so I know when he told me he drove an older version of my car that he was leaving out the sports car. But that is his perogative.
We head to another place for another drink. He then asks for a ride home, having walked to the restaurant. Now…usually….I would never. I would not think it needed to be my responsibility to get you home. But whatever. It is on my way. And it is really close to where I used to live.
When we get there he asks if I want to come meet the dog. Again…NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THIS….so I go in. I text W that I am in his house. I get no response. I am on my own.
Somehow we end up with a cocktail and talking music. He pulls out a CD from high school and is pleased I know all the words. We discuss cool – he thinks I cannot find a guy cool enough for me which makes me laugh seeing as I gave up my cool card oh-so-long-ago. We sit on the couch, more music. He grabs my hand. He yawns, I take my exit.
He says he would like to see me again before he kisses me.
*his new name. too many real ones in our lives at the moment.
I so heart the doctahh. He is perfect just the way he is right now….looking forward to meeting me because he thinks I am witty. Right now, everything is perfect. Why screw it up by meeting?
In other news….I went to the doctor today. It was not pleasant. And I have to go see another doctor. And I hate to be vague, but…well…no comment needed. I know it will be nothing. But better safe than sorry. And I swear I will tell you all about it when it is over (which will hopefully be soon!) (and I am not pregnant…or dying…or anything…just taking care of bidneth.)
Also…dinner with clients tonight and they need a landscaper. So I told them to call Oakley since he will know some cheap labor. Only I no longer have his phone number since I tend to delete without prejudice. I told them where he worked and how to locate him and drew a freaking map.
Then I told them to tell him this (holds up middle finger) and to say thanks because I am going out with a freaking doctahh this week!!!! My client, who I adore says “I am going to tell him I had dinner with you and barely recognized you since you lost weight!!”
That’ll do….but try to squeeze something in about the doctahh (the date one, not the ones I have to go visit!)
**bidneth is not yet defined in the urban dictionary. That is sad.
Filed under: Being Mere
The eH*rm*ny boys all like me on the phone…well the smarter ones do anyway. The salt of the earth types are overwhelmed…and possibly scared.
I give good phone. I can be charming and self deprecating and have fun anecdotes and use multi-syllable words and can keep up with the conversation.
So the phone never gives me any worry….my insecurities come screaming to the forefront when I have to meet them. The main insecurity is primarily my ass.
In Napa this weekend there are multiple pics of the back of the gals as we walked ahead of the cameraman….I hate my ass!
My friend W tells me it is all in my head. She tells me it is fine….but I have photographic proof!
I think I have to starve myself starting tomorrow. So that when I meet him on Wed (or so…nothing totally planned) I will weight 6 ounces less and therefore deserve 6 ounces less of scrutiny.
Filed under: dating
Dinking around eH*rm*ny last night. Waiting for the doctahh (!!!) to email be back. I go through some new matches…closing anyone who references sex within the first 2 questions….
Wait…this guy looks familiar…..OH! Because he works in my office. I am not a fan. I am not sure he is very bright. Actually, I know he is not bright. And let’s not forget that little detail about him being MARRIED! With 3 kids. I think 3 kids….multiple children at the very least.
I even went so far as to try to find his bio on his website, but it was blank. I will ask my manager if he is getting a divorce or of he is just gross.
(BTW, we are fairly sure the doctahh will not actually like me when he meets me. Unless I can drop 10 pounds this week)
Other updates: Puzzle boy has fallen off the face of the planet. I have written the WITTIEST emails, I even invited him to go to Monterey last weekend to play (he was out of town) and he cannot seem to make a move for another date. I am not so into making all the moves. I mean at least meet me halfway right? I have been going over our communitcation from the beginning in my head and he has been sporadic at best, which I chalked up to travel and the holidays….but when I really think about it….not too attentive. I am not burning any bridges, but dammit, it is his turn. I really liked that one. He was sort of odd like me.
