A Little Crazy
Things have been a little crazy lately. I've been a little crazy lately. I'm going to LA tomorrow with a couple of people to meet with some Mexican film producers. And I'm driving. Should be fun to take a little road trip with the girls. Girls that I only know through work and who both speak fluent Spanish. Yes. It'll be interesting.
Last night I went to the museum gala with the new boy. I gave him the same choice I gave you, and he went for sexy. So of course, I obliged. He told me about twenty times last night how hot I looked. Yes, that works. Girls never get tired of hearing it. So we hung out with all the rich or beautiful people, eating gourmet food and sipping nice champagne (all free of course), and then we went through the gallery and I gave him a little art education, which he tolerated so well it kind of looked like he was having fun. I also managed to get the stinkeye from a few old ladies who clearly were jealous of how hot I looked. I'll send you a picture when I download them. Anyway, he brought me home, but my house keys were missing (seriously, I was bummed), so we had to go back to his house and this morning went back to the museum (where my keys had been found) and he even went in and got them for me so I wouldn't have to parade through the gallery wearing what I wore last night. That would have been an interesting walk of shame.
So yes, the boy is perhaps still in play. We did languish in his bed for quite some time this morning. I don't think I got home until around noon (yes, it's nice to not have to work on Fridays, and I believe he owns his own business or something like that, so he gets to do what he wants). I told him I was fresh out of gimmicks to get him to hang out with me again, so he was going to have to come up with something on his own if he wanted to hang out again. He laughed. And right before he dropped me off, I asked him when I was going to see him again, and he said next week. He seemed sincere. But then again, I watched him have conversations with complete strangers last night that sounded sincere too. Anyway, we'll see. He talks like he likes me, but boys are really good at doing that when they want to get some. And yes, he got some. I have to say, it's nice to be with someone who openly kisses me in public and doesn't feel compelled to bolt after 5 minutes of post coital snuggling and then pretend it never happened the next time I see him. So refreshing.
So the last thing, is that I have something wrong with my brain. As in, actually wrong. I've been having trouble typing lately. It's like dyslexic typing takes over at random. Like instead of typing 'showing', I type 'whosing'. Stuff like that. Not typos, but my fingers literally not doing what they're supposed to be doing. It does happen from time to time, but it's been happening a lot more often lately. And then the night before last I started getting dizzy. As in a weird temporary vertigo from out of nowhere. It continued yesterday while I was at work, and then last night at the gala. I warned the boy that if I suddenly took a dive or fainted that it wasn't the alcohol. Then this morning I woke up and thought that maybe I was still drunk, but no, it's the vertigo. Dizziness is one thing, but the room tilting sideways is quite another. I keep trying to think of drugs that will make it go away, but I don't think they exist. I'm hoping it'll pass, but if it doesn't or if it gets worse I'll be paying the student health center a visit. It's good to be uninsured when the freaky symptoms start.
Anyway, that's about it. Sexy dress, gala, sex, vertigo, possible beau. And not necessarily in that order.
Last night I went to the museum gala with the new boy. I gave him the same choice I gave you, and he went for sexy. So of course, I obliged. He told me about twenty times last night how hot I looked. Yes, that works. Girls never get tired of hearing it. So we hung out with all the rich or beautiful people, eating gourmet food and sipping nice champagne (all free of course), and then we went through the gallery and I gave him a little art education, which he tolerated so well it kind of looked like he was having fun. I also managed to get the stinkeye from a few old ladies who clearly were jealous of how hot I looked. I'll send you a picture when I download them. Anyway, he brought me home, but my house keys were missing (seriously, I was bummed), so we had to go back to his house and this morning went back to the museum (where my keys had been found) and he even went in and got them for me so I wouldn't have to parade through the gallery wearing what I wore last night. That would have been an interesting walk of shame.
So yes, the boy is perhaps still in play. We did languish in his bed for quite some time this morning. I don't think I got home until around noon (yes, it's nice to not have to work on Fridays, and I believe he owns his own business or something like that, so he gets to do what he wants). I told him I was fresh out of gimmicks to get him to hang out with me again, so he was going to have to come up with something on his own if he wanted to hang out again. He laughed. And right before he dropped me off, I asked him when I was going to see him again, and he said next week. He seemed sincere. But then again, I watched him have conversations with complete strangers last night that sounded sincere too. Anyway, we'll see. He talks like he likes me, but boys are really good at doing that when they want to get some. And yes, he got some. I have to say, it's nice to be with someone who openly kisses me in public and doesn't feel compelled to bolt after 5 minutes of post coital snuggling and then pretend it never happened the next time I see him. So refreshing.
So the last thing, is that I have something wrong with my brain. As in, actually wrong. I've been having trouble typing lately. It's like dyslexic typing takes over at random. Like instead of typing 'showing', I type 'whosing'. Stuff like that. Not typos, but my fingers literally not doing what they're supposed to be doing. It does happen from time to time, but it's been happening a lot more often lately. And then the night before last I started getting dizzy. As in a weird temporary vertigo from out of nowhere. It continued yesterday while I was at work, and then last night at the gala. I warned the boy that if I suddenly took a dive or fainted that it wasn't the alcohol. Then this morning I woke up and thought that maybe I was still drunk, but no, it's the vertigo. Dizziness is one thing, but the room tilting sideways is quite another. I keep trying to think of drugs that will make it go away, but I don't think they exist. I'm hoping it'll pass, but if it doesn't or if it gets worse I'll be paying the student health center a visit. It's good to be uninsured when the freaky symptoms start.
Anyway, that's about it. Sexy dress, gala, sex, vertigo, possible beau. And not necessarily in that order.
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