Yet another

Beautiful day in the neighborhood!  Violets all OVER our backyard - a steak sandwich from Steak Escape, and I changed clothes to go back to work. Going to start packing in earnest today. I was dressed up to meet Pedro - who is OHSOhandsome by the way - but I was not going to be canvassing that building in heels and a flimsy blouse. Fuck that. 

So I was out of my office this morning quite a bit, downstairs measuring and pushing and pullling and unpacking Nabil's office. The vacant position is in an office with a VERY nice guy named Keith. VERY nice. I like him.  This is going to be a good move. 

Sammie called yesterday afternoon on my way home, and let me yell at him and tell him I hate him. And then told me he was coming to see me. We'll see, I'll believe it when I feel his body pressed against mine, but I hope he's not lying this time. Have you ever listened to someone say things that turn you on, and had to say "Oh god I hate you" in order to PREVENT yourself from telling that person that you love them?  It's very psycho-game-playing-bitch of me. Especially when I use that tone of voice that says 'love' even when the word is changed. Yes, I'm starting to throw that word around a bit too cavalierly. I know. I don't care. Because I'm on a mental upswing right now. Mood swings, ain't they fun?

Back to the office for me!!!

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Why does it always make me cry, when someone asks me why I've never married? I wish I could lie, or joke around about it - say something clever about never getting caught, or how lucky I am. 

But I don't. Because I'm blunt to a fault, and when a question hurts me, the best I can manage is to say nothing. Most the time, I can't manage even that. 

So I tell them the truth - "Because no one has ever asked me." 

And then try not to slap them while they wax rhapsodic about how unbelievable that is. 

A lot of men have been saying that lately. I just think to myself   "Just wait. Soon, you'll understand, then you'll disappear too. And I still won't have a clue." Although I do have ONE clue.  The majority of men who say that are married already. So of course they're going to disappear. 

Speaking of married men?  It wasn't Sam's wife who called me.  She's not prim or proper at all, and wouldn't have been shocked by the word 'fuck'. She also wouldn't have been asking for 'the man of the house'. That only leaves one married man who had my number.  Tom.  Now, why Georgia would start something like that, after such a huge blowup at their home (which was supposed to result in a divorce), is beyond me. But honestly. Most the other married men were swingers, or guys whose wives were young enough that they weren't likely to be easily shocked by my language OR likely to ask for a "man of the house".   Guess we'll never know.