Hungover and trying to pretend to work. Impossible.
We had our Christmas party last night and it was soooo goofy. Dinner theater. It was like the choir rejects show. It was only fun because I took Lara (my former asst. editor) as my date. We laughed our asses off. Lara was ridiculously funny. Great Merciful Jesus, get me out of here. (this from a Hindu.) They all belonged on the Love Boat.
We then went to a bar and I had several Rolling Rocks. Our client got plastered and was all lecherous to Lara [she was awesome & was totally bitchy & snarky to him] and he was all weird and complimentary to me (he usually never talks to me). Weird but fun. This is why I am dehydrated.
Why I’m tired is another story.
Stayed up until 3am talking on the phone. Thanks to Mr. Phistin Butikus I am tired. He made up the name, but I personally like to call him Mr. Maybe. Mr. Maybe is to remain a bit of a mystery for now. I always jinx myself and it’s too soon and he’s too far away to be Mr. Right or even Mr. Right now. But he’s got amazing potential. Fantastic, unreal potential. This is why I don’t want to jinx it because in person he may think I’m a total troll. Online, to him anyway, I’m beautiful, wonderful and sexy. In person I think I’m the same, but sometimes guys just have no idea. I’m invisible. Troll city. Oh well, beauty is in the eye…
[aside]
Internet dating (which is all I seem to do lately – ok, fuck, well not lately, no dates for a while) is weird. So much flirting. So sexy. Potential. Spooked. And then you meet and sometimes, most times, there just isn’t any spark whatsoever. And that’s ok. I don’t get my feelings hurt. But sooo much flirting beforehand. It can lead to big disappointment.
[aside over – back to Mr. Maybe]
He’s a NYer. He spooks me. Charming, smart, witty, and quite lovely. Sexy and sweet. Romantic. Really really amazing.
I just got a bonus, and if it would not freak him out too much, I am thinking about coming up to NY. I also want to come see some of the improv shows and perhaps meet up with some of my regulars. I would really like to meet them. Lara said she wants to come, so it would be double trouble. I think we may go anyway. I love New York. So if you have some space, and want to put us up, lemme know. I’ll buy you dinner. (insert *)
Anyway, he does spook me to no end. In a roller coaster good way though.
BOO!
Too tired to finish. I’m Drunk With Love**
* that is unless Mr. Maybe wants me in his place mmmmm sexy
**refers to Ellen Gilchrist’s book by the same name