I am currently doing a fabulous verision of looking like I am actually doing work. I really just cannot be bothered, even to work on the projects that I want to work on, or should, being as how Good Friday and Easter Monday are this weekend and thus I have 4 days (oh novus!) in which to complete everything before I head off overseas. But nope, nothing. Not a single piece of motivation.
I must say, this afternoon sun is rather nice. I miss Summer already, although the extra hour of sleep was nice.
Anyhoo, I had a conference last week which was really just a cover for some silly things that I did like sleep with my ex and fall for an unavailable guy.
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me? I booty called Z and was just so disappointed by it that I wished I had just gone to bed instead. Of course, he left his belt behind, which I meant to return to him but didn’t, so it’s now at my friend’s place. Awkward. Sigh.
I did meet a wonderful guy (no! must not like him!) guy on Friday night. He is a friend of my friend S, and just so funny and witty and nice and gentlemanly and stunning. I want him. We went out for dinner and cocktails, and we kind of just hit it off. I attempted to stop hitting on him once I discovered that he had a girlfriend, but it was so hard. He was such a gentleman but not too much so? And, he grew up in the same small town as I did, even having the same intermediate teacher (ah, Mr Hine – still the best teacher that either of us had) and going to the same kindy. And, funny! But in the same way that my mind works, so it’s good and not bad. Several times I caught him staring at me, and he I. We got to the last club and being as how neither of us are dancers (love!) we just chilled and drank more cocktails (ok, I drank more cocktails, he drank bourbon). He kept asking me what I wanted, to which I demurred. Eventually, my morals won out, I told him I couldn’t give him anything he didn’t already have, and ran away to the bathroom where I threw a temper tantrum. He was gone when I got back – which he txted S and said sorry but it was getting too hard for him to not take me home.
It’s truly pathetic how much I want this guy. A while a go, a friend at work got me to list the qualities of my perfect guy and I actually meet him but he’s attached? Nevermind the geographical distance, he already has a freaking girlfriend. What kind of person am I that I would have gone home with him and I’m sad that I couldn’t? What the hell? This is not me, and yet at the same time – I want him so badly. This is not how my crushes usually play out, this feels stronger and damn it, he said he’d come to America/Mexico with me! Fuckity.
Speaking of which, I’m coming to America in like just over two weeks! Yay! Seriously, anyone up for meeting up? Want me to bring any NZ/Australian foods? I’m sure everyone will love Vegemite. My foods to try in the US is really long, I don’t know that I will manage them all. I’m excited and terrified all at the same time! It would help if Homeland Security would stop crashing on me so I can apply for my permission to enter US visa on the visa-waiver scheme (*rolls eyes*).
