Comfy, cozy fall. September 30, 2009

Even though the temperature’s been dropping over the last few days, tonight’s the first night I truly fell the fall vibe.  I was home from work a little on the late side, nuked some pasta while I threw on mismatched jammies, and am curled up in my big red chair with a cup of tea, a blanket and SYTYCD.  I’m sure that in about a month or two I’ll be really totally over this, but for right now, it feels just delightful.

I was doing a little chatting with The Traveler earlier tonight when I was still at the office.  Oye. I’m not sure why I keep engaging him.  I think part of it must be that I feel bad? He’s out of a pretty long term relationship (5 years) and lost his dog and doesn’t have many friends around here, so that’s probably reason enough to feel bad, right? Ok, maybe feel bad, but not probably go over there feeling bad only to end up in his bed (which, btw, is hands down the best boy bed I’ve ever come across – and trust me when I say I’ve come a cross a few) .  The especially weird/obnoxious part is him counseling me to avoid non-relationship sex – um, excuse me?? (POSSIBLE TMI UPDATE:  I just realized that due to certain Saturday activities, a certain part of my anatomy is CHAPPED. I swear. WTF. And yes, we’re talking above the waist line. Perverts) Sheesh. Well, okay, he totally has a point, but he needs to stop playing with my hair and kissing my neck or else needs to man up and ask me on an actual date.

The other man currently being juggled, the man who above all others I should probably be avoiding like the plague, is The Producer.  I met The Producer back in July, and lets just say that given my line of work, I have no business even thinking about messing around with producers.  The Producer took me out and about town a couple times when he was in town, all the while claiming that he just needed a tour guide.  On one occasion he convinced me that I was too drunk to drive – which I was – and that i just should go back to his hotel room – which I probably shouldn’t have.  Lucky for me The Producer something of a good guy, and nothing happened except perhaps a little footsy.  We’ve continued talking even after he returned to La-La Land, and well, it’s gone from mildly inappropriate to wildly inappropriate.  He just announced he’s coming back for Halloween – of course he has to go and choose the sluttiest day of the year.

So dear readers (HAHA! See that, how I totally assume there are people reading this!?), I beg of you – what to do? See him? Don’t see him? BTW, would also TOTALLY appreciate any costume advice you might have out there – I’m at a total and complete loss this year.

PS. Please forgive this completely dis-jointed post, apparently I’m too distractable for blogging tonight.

Boys, meet booze free airin! September 27, 2009

Last night was – er, interesting.  I went over to a boy’s house, let’s just call him The Traveler – as this might get complicated.  I haven’t seen him since the spring at which time we had something of a ‘casual’ arrangement.  I agreed to go over only after what I thought was a pretty clear spelling out of the – “I’m not drinking and I’m not hooking up;” the look on his face when I showed up with a Diet Pepsi instead of a 12 pack – our usual standard – was priceless.  I really think he thought I meant “I’m not drinking in this moment” or “I’m not drinking in the next hour” or even “I haven’t been drinking for a while, but I”ll drink with you.”

It took him a few minutes, but I think he adjusted to the idea, and we actually had a pretty nice time.  I’m not sure if I’ll keep seeing him, he does an awful lot of that stupid boy thing of saying how much he likes me and spending time together, but then being practically non-comunicative until he wants to see me.  Ok, so even seeing it typed out I know what I have to do with this one. Seems like there are even more habits to be broken, including responding to boys like this.  ugh, boys suck.