Y2 D2

Fuck, where's the advil... head... ugh...

I had the most interesting day yesterday. Roller coaster of emotions jammed into a very short space of time. Let's start with some shit that happened at the office before I get into the incredible date I had last night...

The client I am working for right now has a very strict policy against smoking on their grounds. I got into it with a security guard yesterday because I thought I was far enough "off property" to make them happy, but obviously I wasn't. I have only been at this location for six or seven days but this guy was accusing me of having been there for a long time and "knowing better XXXX's policy's". Um, screw you? At first I was pissed because who are they to tell me what to do in the common grounds of an office complex? But then I found out they actually OWN the building and not leasing it like normal companies. Fine, then I will step off your property. I was done with this guy, but he made it personal. He was like 900 years old, way over weight, and he started in on me with "what, are you the exception who won't die from smoking?". That was it. I looked at him and replied "I am not sure how what I do to myself is any of your fucking business". He didn't like that at all. I then hit him with "For a company so concerned with health, why do they allow soda machines and junk food machines? How about getting rid of the crap in the cafeteria instead of harassing me?". He REALLY didn't like that. He yelled at me to get my dirty cigarette of the property and rode off on his Schwinn. Fucking wannabe cops. Hey people -- heart disease and obesity kill more than smoking in this country right now. Just saying...

Anyway, flash forward to the drive home. I called A5 to find out if we were still on for Saturday. She was happy to hear from me, but then she hit me with the this:

"I love hanging out with you. I feel so comfortable around you and your smart and funny and interesting..."

Come on, bring the "buuuuut"...

"buuuut... (ah there it is...) I feel like I am with my best friend when I am around you (still not sure of the problem...) and I want to hang out with you (oh, there it is, you want to hang out with me and not fuck me, got it) but I don't feel butterflies like I am supposed to when I am with you".

Butterflies? Butterflies with a fucking bullet baby. Come on. At our age, butterflies? Really? You know what, whatever. She was having doubts because I *didn't* sleep with her the other night. Jeez women. What the hell do you want? You want us to be nice and respectful, but then when we are you think we want to be your friends. Having nothing to lose by the time the conversation was almost over, I told her, hey if it makes you feel better, I will sleep with you on Saturday... Luckily she laughed, but it didn't change how she felt. Bottom line is she wants to be my friend and not date me. Ok. Whatever.

I then went off to my date with N1 already in a smart ass mood. You women want that kind of guy? Here ya go baby...

I got to the restaurant about an hour early to blow off the steam before N1 showed up. I ended up talking to this other woman (married) who was already at the bar. Man did that help. She agreed that it was good she was there because I got to dump on her instead of N1. By the time she showed up I was back in a good place.

I had an incredible time with N1 last night. We went through six courses of food plus a beautiful 05 Cote De Rhone. It was a magical evening. What was that? Oh, that was a butterfly. ;) Some how I agreed to go on a hike with her Saturday morning. That's how charming she was. Me hike?? WTF?? Ah the things I do for women. But she *might* be worth it. Beautiful, charming, smart, and a foodie. She at the foie, she ate the spring onion soup, she ate the duck confit, she ate the marscapone cake with olive oil ice cream, she drank the wine, and she enjoyed the french press coffee. She then enjoyed the taste of me on her lips. No, not being cocky, she sent me a text at 1am saying that. Seriously. Her last text to me was how she felt like she had been charmed by Ol' Blue Eyes himself. Hell, darlin' you want to compare me to Sinatra? I will hike wherever you want. I just need to keep a flask with me somewhere...

Now tonight I am having dinner with T1. She is taking me to a steak house here in town. I haven't seen her in a over week as she was on vacation. Let's see how many butterflies show up especially after last night...

Ok, it was TWO bottles of the Cote. Plus the pre-dinner drinks. There. Happy? That's why my head hurts...