Date Update

The title is taken from NYC Elle's blog.
Well, I didn't really have much expectation for the Lamborghini Season party last night. I got an invite because i drive a Lamborghini. just kidding. Actually, last weekend i met some gay guys who work for one of the firms sponsering the party. they sent me an invite. Got some numbers. Met some interesting people. and some not so interesting.Got lashed. Woke up with my girlfriend in a hotel room, both of us very late for work. as you do. The guy whose hotel room it was missed his flight back the the US. The looks we received as we left the hotel were scathing. The irony is that other than being drunk and passed out, we were well behaved lasses. Which i am sure disappointed the guy.

Neither of us can remember how we met him and his friends. Nor do we really recall the exact supremely dodgy club we were at in Soho at 3 AM.

So i potentially have two dates from that night.
And, M, the guy in Portsmouth who I met skiing, is coming up in two weeks. I am quite excited about that. Funny, spending time with someone for a week, without the pressure of dating, allows you time to take in information without feeling a time pressure to judge. I really liked getting to know him. And my goodness we actually hung out and talked all week long, thereby organically founding a rapport. and gasp, i still liked him. this rarely happens. Maybe these reasons are similar to why people fall in love at work.

I was on the treadmill at my gym the other night, watching the large screens. Mostly i was focusing on the news. But my eye was caught briefly by the sports channel tuned TV. there was a presenter on there. he was familiar. i know that shape. that slightly receding hair line. that stance. he has four of my cds. it was Speed. working. i laughed and almost fell off. He looked very good. he actually looks better on camera than off. it did feel weird. and i reminded myself of why i broke things off. the double book weekend may have been the final straw, but i wasn't falling in love. I told Tommy, my ex through which i met Speed, via text that Speed was on TV in case he wanted to watch. Tommy, being Tommy, decided to send him a text from an unknown number that said" Speed, i love you, i watch all your shows, my boyfriend does too, but doesn't know that i watch to see you." apparently he texted back.

I was quoted in my home town newspaper, the Dallas Morning News. An article on the subject that i deal with came up on my RSS, and i emailed the author. She quoted my email. Local girl done good. One of my friends is passing it to the partners I used to work for. They gave me the silent treatment during my two weeks notice period.

G and i went for a 45 minute walk today to celebrate the sun. we chatted here and there, every once in a while we would lapse into winding each other up. He was telling me about him going out last night, and getting lashed. And i said, oh really, and how many hearts did you break? he said, that isn't nice, take that back. huh? i thought that was an odd reaction to say to a jest. so i refused to take it back. i said, what? i won't take it back why can't i say that to you, and he says, you can't, you shouldn't say that. odd. not sure what that meant. i also told him about seeing Speed on tv. i have never, ever spoken about men with him. he doesn't tell me about any dates either. he said, why did you break up? i said, long story short, he double booked me, and chose his mates over me. he said, that is harsh of you. hmmm. then he said, sounds like it was serious, and i said, no not really, i think it looked more serious on paper than it felt. Is anything really that serious until you have a boyfriend? and then he says, careful, you are sounding bitter.

i don't want to be bitter. i will not be bitter.