A N T I C I P A T I N G --- yet trying to live life in the moment

September 14, 2006

At my new job

It's been an amazingly busy first few days at my new job. I've been saying a lot of stuff like, look!! my first email at my new job, look!! my first fax at my new job, wow!! I had my first meeting in the office (at my new job), wow!! I had my first meeting outside of the office (at my new job), gee!! my first voicemail (at my new job). There are so many milestones to note. I made an excel spread sheet, wrote a letter, made small talk with my colleagues on a cab ride to a work related social affair... Did I mention, I spilled coffee on my skirt and then dabbed water on the stain in the ladies room so it wouldn't set (at my new job)? Before you know it I'll be jamming the copier --- so much to look forward to.

It's like a virgin pure white page. Every experience is so special, kind of like when you meet a boy, and all the ordinary things you do seem to have a dewy film of honeysugarrosesperfumeandbubblegum about it. Ahhhh, the first kiss, first walk in the rain, first movie, first weekend you draw the blinds and stay in bed for both days only getting up to order take out chinese which you even eat in bed, and the whole thing seems unbelievably romantic rather than slovenly, which it really kind of is.
*Sigh* Then there's the first time you're photographed together, spend a holiday together, meet each others friends, families... What about the first time he introduces you as his girlfriend? Each and every one is a relationship landmark moment.

Sadly, the magic of the first time fades away and soon you find your perfect boyfriend and job are not so perfect at all. The promise they once held is unrecognizable. For now, I will take each delightful first and marvel in it's newness and novelty and hope that it lasts at least 10 weeks or more.

September 08, 2006

Pah-leeze, As if

Can you believe that guy from my old office who I had sex with twice, actually had the nerve to booty call me with the old: "I'm at a bar in your hood. Call me back."

Did he really think I'd be available on a Thursday evening to meet him for a drink? Maybe on a Tuesday, and then only if someone else I already had plans with cancelled at the very last minute when I was already at the bar waiting. In a scenario like that, I might be alright with having my thirst quenched at his expense.

The part that I find so unbelievable is that he doesn't realize that I'd have to be good and drunk and feeling awfully charitable to meet him out in a bar. Based on his time of call, 8:30pm, chances of me being bottle of tequila drunk is highlyultrasuper unlikely. Not only am I seeing someone, but, I also recently bought luxury bedlinens. For those 2 reasons alone, I could not possibly have office guy, with his entry level fuck skills and low to no endowment, grace the budoir area of my studio apartment. Did I mention the 600 threadcount? Just the thought of office guy getting sweaty on, or near my new browny gold with red lotus flowers duvet cover gives me a panicky feeling.

This should go without saying --- no, I did not call back.