Hump Day
Well, work today was busy. The first part of the day went by fast.
At lunch, I mailed off the packet for the bypass surgery. Afterwards, I stopped at the chinese place nextdoor and ordered some mu shu... and made pals with the little kid who's parent's own the place. He's about 4. I love kids- I just don't want any of my own to fuck up. LOL We played peek-a-boo while I waited for my food....and he kept pointing outside, annd then back to his police car. I felt sad for him. He kept talking to me in Chinese. So cute-- sweet little smile. When I left, he opened the door for me and I shook his hand and patted his little head. Quite a little character. When I got back to work, it was one problem after another. I went over to my mom's after work, and she rubbed my shoulders a bit. :) She is always thinking of me. I was gonna go to wally world and cash my check, but I decided to pass. When I got home, this guy Casey had left me a message. He initially contacted me about trading massages, and I told him cool, as long as we met up and saw that neither of us weren't freaks. We've been trying to meet up, but never can get it together. I finally talked to him on the phone tonight, and he talked me into meeting him tonight--- after I made it home early so I could get a decent 8 hours of sleep and get up early. So much for that. He's actually coming here... and now that we've talked, I'm getting a mixed vibe. Gotta sort it all out. I don't fool around about massage work-- and if it goes there--- that's the only place it goes--- that and friends. I stressed to him about boundaries and such-- and he's worked for a doc or two- so hopefully the flirty nuances were just nerves. But he is totally hot.... young and thin and very cut. I can't imagine that he'd be interested in me- most athletic guys are repulsed at the sight of me...LOL... not low self esteem here- just the honest truth. He'll be here in 10 minutes. If I'm found dead in my home--- I love you all.... his name is Casey and his cell phone number is on a piece of paper inside the computer desk.... give it to the police to trace.... umm.....yeah.... what the fuck am I doing????
At lunch, I mailed off the packet for the bypass surgery. Afterwards, I stopped at the chinese place nextdoor and ordered some mu shu... and made pals with the little kid who's parent's own the place. He's about 4. I love kids- I just don't want any of my own to fuck up. LOL We played peek-a-boo while I waited for my food....and he kept pointing outside, annd then back to his police car. I felt sad for him. He kept talking to me in Chinese. So cute-- sweet little smile. When I left, he opened the door for me and I shook his hand and patted his little head. Quite a little character. When I got back to work, it was one problem after another. I went over to my mom's after work, and she rubbed my shoulders a bit. :) She is always thinking of me. I was gonna go to wally world and cash my check, but I decided to pass. When I got home, this guy Casey had left me a message. He initially contacted me about trading massages, and I told him cool, as long as we met up and saw that neither of us weren't freaks. We've been trying to meet up, but never can get it together. I finally talked to him on the phone tonight, and he talked me into meeting him tonight--- after I made it home early so I could get a decent 8 hours of sleep and get up early. So much for that. He's actually coming here... and now that we've talked, I'm getting a mixed vibe. Gotta sort it all out. I don't fool around about massage work-- and if it goes there--- that's the only place it goes--- that and friends. I stressed to him about boundaries and such-- and he's worked for a doc or two- so hopefully the flirty nuances were just nerves. But he is totally hot.... young and thin and very cut. I can't imagine that he'd be interested in me- most athletic guys are repulsed at the sight of me...LOL... not low self esteem here- just the honest truth. He'll be here in 10 minutes. If I'm found dead in my home--- I love you all.... his name is Casey and his cell phone number is on a piece of paper inside the computer desk.... give it to the police to trace.... umm.....yeah.... what the fuck am I doing????