[Is it any wonder] I've got too much time on my hands...
Takes place in correlation to this set of comments on May 17th.
Men, especially cute, sweet, chatty ones, were crazymaking.
Only in the best way, Rian decided, as she finally tore herself away from the computer long enough to pick up some of AJ's toys, make sure the door to his room was closed and the baby monitor on, then see about looking far less frumpy than she did. Sure, frumpy was expected in the middle of the night...but cute boy coming over? She had to look cute frumpy. It was a subtle distinction, but there.
So while waiting for Randy to get from West Hollywood to Van Nuys, she grabbed a quick shower and managed to fumble through a very simple spell to dry her hair in about a minute...a glamor would have been easier to execute, but maintaining the illusion took strength she didn't have. Besides...that was sort of cheating, and she didn't want to cheat. Not with this guy.
Swapping her previous sweats and PFN rally t-shirt for black yoga pants and a white camisole, she pulled her hair back in a loose ponytail instead of a messy knot and seriously debated over lip gloss...no, then he'd know she was primping, laugh at her, and she'd totally deserve it.
With a little extra time to spare, Rian scrounged in the kitchen and found some foodstuffs that weren't juice boxes and the stuff toddler finger foods were made of...at least she could sort of entertain like an adult. The baby monitor was quiet, she looked adorably frumpy but still reasonably attractive if she ignored her usual fatal beauty flaws, and she had a guy coming over.
Randy was coming over.
And as she forced herself to stay amused by scanning her DVD's for something to watch while she waited for him to arrive (work? Yeah...right,), she couldn't keep the broad, goofy grin off of her face.
Men, especially cute, sweet, chatty ones, were crazymaking.
Only in the best way, Rian decided, as she finally tore herself away from the computer long enough to pick up some of AJ's toys, make sure the door to his room was closed and the baby monitor on, then see about looking far less frumpy than she did. Sure, frumpy was expected in the middle of the night...but cute boy coming over? She had to look cute frumpy. It was a subtle distinction, but there.
So while waiting for Randy to get from West Hollywood to Van Nuys, she grabbed a quick shower and managed to fumble through a very simple spell to dry her hair in about a minute...a glamor would have been easier to execute, but maintaining the illusion took strength she didn't have. Besides...that was sort of cheating, and she didn't want to cheat. Not with this guy.
Swapping her previous sweats and PFN rally t-shirt for black yoga pants and a white camisole, she pulled her hair back in a loose ponytail instead of a messy knot and seriously debated over lip gloss...no, then he'd know she was primping, laugh at her, and she'd totally deserve it.
With a little extra time to spare, Rian scrounged in the kitchen and found some foodstuffs that weren't juice boxes and the stuff toddler finger foods were made of...at least she could sort of entertain like an adult. The baby monitor was quiet, she looked adorably frumpy but still reasonably attractive if she ignored her usual fatal beauty flaws, and she had a guy coming over.
Randy was coming over.
And as she forced herself to stay amused by scanning her DVD's for something to watch while she waited for him to arrive (work? Yeah...right,), she couldn't keep the broad, goofy grin off of her face.