Some Action At Last !

My Sunday started out with me waking up in the Ritz Carlton. I'd spent the night with my friend Molly in the guest room of Dana's boyfriend's house.And yes he lives in the Ritz Carlton!
After exchanging apologies with her over a big fight we'd had the previous night over something stupid, I hopped on the red line and off to work I went. I was reluctant to get to work because of late the customers seem to have formed a union to drive me insane...with the constant begging for discounts that I have no power to give, to being just outright rude for no apparent reason.

The day seemed to go by eventless until I saw a missed call from "Mr Smitten" . I know that my last post had mentioned that I wasn't going to entertain him after what happened the day of the fashion show but that was quickly forgotten when I saw his call.
He said he wanted to come over and visit , so I was game...except I didn't sound excited and he picked up on it.

He came over anyway with a couple of beers and a movie but we ended up enjoying a great conversation over a couple of beers and exchanged scary stories...For a moment we seemed like great buddies except with chemistry. Now I don't know what it is , but why do i get chemistry with people who seem into themselves?

We cuddled oon my couch but did nothing Xrated. Even when he massaged my feet and back, my clothes stayed on and I fought the urge to grab him and kiss him!
I guess one can make a good second impression..and this statement goes both ways.He'd said that I'd scared him off because I "liked him a lot'' and I'd thought he was someone who didn't know what he wanted....I mean I still think that way except now it doesn't bother me like it did before. Am i settling ,I don't think so. I've just trained myself to block out any disappointment that may arise.
And as of tonight,I got a missed call from him and a voicemail asking how my day went!

Do Not Recycle!!!!


Well I haven't been blogging my life away because I'm hopefully getting my act together as far as dating goes...or so I thought. I called Mr. Still-Smitten-with-my-ex( the one who wouldn't stop complaining about his ex) just to say hi and we ended up having a good conversation and even made undefined plans to hang out sometime...watch a horror or thriller (yes ,I'm sick that way). That was sometime last week...when he was still in Florida.

However, he gave me call on wednesday telling me he was driving back to good old New England, Wilma having cut his vacation short. So like the good girl I am, I decided to invite him to my fashion show. My simple mind was thinking you know," he'll see me strut my stuff on the runway, and maybe realise how fabulous I am! "

Just a couple of hours before the show I saw a missed call from him and decided to call him back. He told me he wouldn't be able to make it because he'd driven all night and was just waking up. This was very understandable. He said that if I wanted to hang out after the show, I could give him a call and after debating about this with my friend she advised that I call him if I wanted to hang out with him...and so I did.

I left a message when he didn't pick up, saying that i was there with a couple of people and would be staying for a few hours and he could come with his friends. Luckily ,after a fashion show there always a bunch of people coming up to talk and ttell you how "great" you were in the show,so time flies by really fast. It wasn't until my friends said we should call it a night that,i realised that he hadn't even called to say he wouldn't be coming.

Normally I would have been upset and watching the door but not this time. I was too busy getting booked for other shows and watching my pictures on the big screen. This time, I was unconsciously exhuding loads of confindence and sex appeal. This time I had not let a man ruin my night!

Just a word of advise....when it comes to old flames, don't recycle but then again what do I know?

Single in Boston

Thanks to you my dear readers, I have already gotten 86 hits on my blog and some people have emailed me asking me too write some more...thanks Er1K you know who you are!
Between checking my email and my blog and answering emails about those who want to come to my party, I haven't had a time to think about sex...God would be happy with me today-at least a third happy considering I didn't fast or pray once today! I was too busy fantasing how great the party will be ,who'll be there and what sort of drinks to get for the party.

I don't know whether I mentioned that I'm multi-lingual. I am . Now you must be wondering what the heck has that to do with the price of gas ? Nothing - but it might help explain why I was blasting Fantastische Vier at work in between reading snippets of Harry Porter Und der Steine der Weise (Harry Porter and the Wizartd's Stone). Normally I like to brush up on a language so that the time or money I spent to learn it didn't go to waste. So every now and then I will pick up a book or a tape or even a dvd like Findet Nemo (Finding Nemo)....and impress myself with how much I know about a language I really haven't found much use for! No offfense to the Germans, but is it just me or does anyone else who speaks the language get hungry after uttering a couple of sentences. At least I feel this way everytime I'm introducing myself or even simply saying my name with the German accent.

Okay,I lied..I can' t say that I haven't had any use for the language. Why ! only a couple of months ago I met my serious "fling" at a German Party....He was good looking, tall ,the whole enchillada but there was not an ounce of chemistry between us...and Lord knows he was as smart as a door knob. We couldn't hold a conversation, about anything. He didn't read or watch news .He wasn't interested in anything. We didn't like the same movies. We simply had nothing in common so any conversation that didn't involve me wearing the latest lingerie from Victoria Secret simply made no sense to him.
Even though we were committed and it wasn't actually a fling, I refer to it as that because it lasted only for a second. I still joke and refer to it as my best relastionship because I cannot tell you when it started or ended. However, you've go to respect a guy who you have nothing horrible to say about save for the fact that you just didn't click! I have nothing to remind me of him but I sure do hope that he remembers that I was a very good lay. Can I say the same about him? Well I would, if only I could remember!