Monday, February 16, 2004
After work last night I was kinda sad and lonely so I went to that bar in the Village with the cute guys. One of them bought me a drink and he said he was a rich bond trader, but I knew he was lying because he was wearing Dockers.
We went home to my place but Brenda had her guy in the bedroom so we had to make do with the couch. I don't know; I don't think he liked my breasts. After handling them for awhile he asked if I could please turn over.
Why do I always meet men like this? Sigh.
After we were finished he got all psycho and acted like it meant nothing to him. I told him I liked how gentle he was and he laughed and said I needed new underwear.
He left and I ate half a box of Nilla wafers and watched Lifetime. This morning I have cramps and my stomach pooches out of this new blouse.
Scott from Ad Sales stopped by, though. I like his nose ring. Wonder if I should send him an e-card. Is that, like, too doofy?
Well, I sent Scott one lousy little e-card and now Sandy says he's telling everyone he 'nailed me' last month at the off-site. What a creep.
My perfect guy would be a little bit like Forrest Sawyer and a little like Forrest Gump. Why can't I meet a guy like that in New York City? What is wrong with me?
So I go to have lunch by myself out near the little square by the Barnes and Noble and guess what? Colin is there (not Powell!). I thought he was in London but here he is, sitting and eating a hot dog with his other hand on the knee of a GUY!
The whole time we dated I thought maybe he was gay, but finding out like this almost made me cry. He didn't see me but the guy selling hot dogs did and he let me have my hot dog(s) for free.
So I get back to my desk and somebody has put this pack of condoms on my chair. I think it was Scott. I burst out crying and Angela from Web Services gives me this big box of tissues and some Midol.
Why don't I have any good girlfriends like I had back in college? Am I that unappealing that even girls don't want to be around me?
So, anyway, I took the condoms and threw them away, but ten minutes later the guard yells at me for throwing condoms in the recycling bins where the white paper is supposed to go. He's Irish and his voice is SO LOUD. I could have died...
The other day Dr. Linda said that it might be a good idea for me to go back to Ohio and see about finishing school.
"It's not everyone who can make it in the city," she said. "Maybe spend a few months with the folks before starting out on your own again. Think about it, dear."
I told her there was no way I could go back there and see Paul and his little kids and his neck brace. I'd rather die.
When the session was over I forgot to leave a check and she yelled at me in the hall by the waiting room.
I wish my HMO had better shrinks.
We went home to my place but Brenda had her guy in the bedroom so we had to make do with the couch. I don't know; I don't think he liked my breasts. After handling them for awhile he asked if I could please turn over.
Why do I always meet men like this? Sigh.
After we were finished he got all psycho and acted like it meant nothing to him. I told him I liked how gentle he was and he laughed and said I needed new underwear.
He left and I ate half a box of Nilla wafers and watched Lifetime. This morning I have cramps and my stomach pooches out of this new blouse.
Scott from Ad Sales stopped by, though. I like his nose ring. Wonder if I should send him an e-card. Is that, like, too doofy?
Well, I sent Scott one lousy little e-card and now Sandy says he's telling everyone he 'nailed me' last month at the off-site. What a creep.
My perfect guy would be a little bit like Forrest Sawyer and a little like Forrest Gump. Why can't I meet a guy like that in New York City? What is wrong with me?
So I go to have lunch by myself out near the little square by the Barnes and Noble and guess what? Colin is there (not Powell!). I thought he was in London but here he is, sitting and eating a hot dog with his other hand on the knee of a GUY!
The whole time we dated I thought maybe he was gay, but finding out like this almost made me cry. He didn't see me but the guy selling hot dogs did and he let me have my hot dog(s) for free.
So I get back to my desk and somebody has put this pack of condoms on my chair. I think it was Scott. I burst out crying and Angela from Web Services gives me this big box of tissues and some Midol.
Why don't I have any good girlfriends like I had back in college? Am I that unappealing that even girls don't want to be around me?
So, anyway, I took the condoms and threw them away, but ten minutes later the guard yells at me for throwing condoms in the recycling bins where the white paper is supposed to go. He's Irish and his voice is SO LOUD. I could have died...
The other day Dr. Linda said that it might be a good idea for me to go back to Ohio and see about finishing school.
"It's not everyone who can make it in the city," she said. "Maybe spend a few months with the folks before starting out on your own again. Think about it, dear."
I told her there was no way I could go back there and see Paul and his little kids and his neck brace. I'd rather die.
When the session was over I forgot to leave a check and she yelled at me in the hall by the waiting room.
I wish my HMO had better shrinks.
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