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I've been MIA these past few weeks because I've been busy watching Law&Order marathons, scouring the fridge for junk, and chasing my cats around the house.
And then I got a job. Sort of.
I decided to go ahead and get a temp job till, you know, I find a permanent one. I'm two hours away from completing the first day of my three week assignment. I can't give away too much about my job or else I'll get dooced. But I will say that this office lacks any decent EYE-CANDY. Gahhhh. This makes it even harder to roll myself out of bed at 6AM in the morning. My workday goes by a lot faster when there's a guy I can stalk in the break room and the employee parking garage. Maybe I'll push my staffing agency to assign me to a male model agency for my next project. Or... a hospital because I have a thing for men in scrubs and white lab coats. Rawr.
I did meet a guy last weekend......at a club. But, to my defense, he wasn't some random sleazebag I chummied up to at the bar. He was a friend of a friend's friend --- you know how that goes. From what I could make out of Joey's physical feautures in the dimly lit club, he was very, very attractive. But his humor was what really turned me on. We danced a bit on the dance floor, and when he went to the restroom, I told my sister I liked him. She quickly relayed the news to her friend Kim, and Kim eventually told Joey once he got back. And then the process was repeated, this time with me at receiving end. Turned out Joey was diggin me too. We didn't get the chance to exchange numbers (a drawback of meeting people at packed clubs and they were also in a hurry to leave) but he said he was going to get my contact info from his friend Mark, my sister's co-worker. I know, the connection is like one huge complicated spider web mess, but the chances of reconnecting are better than if he were some random guy. I guess? Ehhh. He hasn't called yet, but then again, it's Monday. I'm going to keep my fingers crossed.
Or shit. Maybe I should just take the bold initiative and call him up instead. I'm too impatient to wait by the phone and I'm racking my brain with all these fears that he won't bother to call at all. It's not mentally healthy, methinks. I keep overanalyzing our brief 20 minutes together. Maybe he was drunk? Maybe he just said he liked me back because he didn't want to be rude? Maybe he said he was going to call me because he didn't have any better parting lines? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Men! PPppffffffFFffffttttTTTTttttttttttt.