The highlight of last night was discovering I had an old (opened) bottle of red wine in the fridge. It was drinkable...but barely. Oh, and seeing the Two Towers is now available for instant streaming on Netflix. 20 minutes into it, however, I discovered even Viggo couldn’t cheer me up so I went to bed at 9:30.
This morning, I called in sick to nurse my "dumped by a guy I never dated" wounds. I know it all sounds ridiculous but I'm pretty down about it. For almost a year, English Tom and I have connected in some way or another and the last 2 weeks have been a whirlwind of planning for his visit, so the idea of no more ET is depressing. Yes, he was very hot, which drew me in, but he was also deep and witty and smart. And his killer accent made me swoon every single time we spoke on the phone. Speaking of phone, I'll go ahead and add here that we had phone sex once and did quite a bit of sexting. The first I've done; but sexting was new to me and I wasn't quite sure what to expect but it was more fun that I had ever thought it would be. I was an English major in college. Words get me going, I guess.
For what it's worth, he did offer friendship (and seemed crestfallen when I didn't want it) because he wanted us to continue playing our games and he liked our banter. Dude, I have plenty of friends I don't have time for IN REAL LIFE.
The sky was gray and the clouds were practically bursting, but it was miraculously dry. However, I didn't go for a run. Instead, I went shopping at Target with a free $50 gift card I won at work, and managed to squeeze into a size 6 of the same style of my current jeans, which I love. It's a tad too small; there's a slight muffin top and my butt is smushed so the crack sort of disappears and my cheeks kind of meld together but I'm thinking it'll look just fine if I can shed 2 or 3 more lbs. Alternatively, I might do some lounges in it and call it good. Then, I made dinner (fried fish and a spinach salad) and popped a caramelized onion quiche (with a ready made pie crust) in the oven because I had a massive craving. Clooney's The American kept me company while I was stirring away at the onions.
The sky was gray and the clouds were practically bursting, but it was miraculously dry. However, I didn't go for a run. Instead, I went shopping at Target with a free $50 gift card I won at work, and managed to squeeze into a size 6 of the same style of my current jeans, which I love. It's a tad too small; there's a slight muffin top and my butt is smushed so the crack sort of disappears and my cheeks kind of meld together but I'm thinking it'll look just fine if I can shed 2 or 3 more lbs. Alternatively, I might do some lounges in it and call it good. Then, I made dinner (fried fish and a spinach salad) and popped a caramelized onion quiche (with a ready made pie crust) in the oven because I had a massive craving. Clooney's The American kept me company while I was stirring away at the onions.
Then, I did something I hadn't done in awhile; answered a CL ad. Actually, 2 of them. Shockingly, I saw a few good ones without trying too hard. Normally you have to wade thigh deep through the sugar daddy types and looking for a BBW types and the “are you a cuddler?” types and the "I'm 19 but looking for an older woman" types before finally giving up and doing something more productive. The first one is a tall writer with dark hair (hopefully on top of his head, too) who likes "theatre." After replying to his ad, I realized he may not be 45 because he said:
"My only age requirement is that you not be over 45. (Ish.) Sorry, that's just where my interest is."
I mean, he could be 45 and isn't into dating anyone older. (Please let that be it.) But, for all I know, he's 50, which is way too old for me and looking to date younger women. To make matters worse, the "ish" implies even more wiggle room, so he could be 55 or 60.
The 2nd one was cautiously sweet. He's looking for a date to a company Christmas party. He lives way up north, though, so I wonder if Asians are even on his radar. I included a picture of me in a black skimpy dress I'll more than likely wear for New Year's, which is slightly crass (body/no head shots tend to be, right?) but included some regular pics from when I was in San Francisco a few months ago to balance things out.
Tonight before bed, I'm going to work on my OkC profile.
"My only age requirement is that you not be over 45. (Ish.) Sorry, that's just where my interest is."
I mean, he could be 45 and isn't into dating anyone older. (Please let that be it.) But, for all I know, he's 50, which is way too old for me and looking to date younger women. To make matters worse, the "ish" implies even more wiggle room, so he could be 55 or 60.
The 2nd one was cautiously sweet. He's looking for a date to a company Christmas party. He lives way up north, though, so I wonder if Asians are even on his radar. I included a picture of me in a black skimpy dress I'll more than likely wear for New Year's, which is slightly crass (body/no head shots tend to be, right?) but included some regular pics from when I was in San Francisco a few months ago to balance things out.
Tonight before bed, I'm going to work on my OkC profile.
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