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| EARTHLINK SUCKS (Updated) |
| 04.30.07 (1:18 pm) [edit] |
| We're taking a temporary hiatus from the normal Dating Debacles for a debacle of another sort. I'd like to share with you the unbelievable experience I've had with Earthlink. Please pass this along so that others don't have to endure a similar level of 'service'. I needed to get local phone service into my home. Earthlink had been sending me voluminous amounts of promotional flyers about there new combo DSL/Voice service. I figured I'd give them a shot. I call in and place an order. I was told that I'd be contacted back with my new phone number. Three days later I call in. They had no record of my order. So I place ANOTHER order. Again, they'd call me in 48 hours. Never called. So again I called. This time they said my new phone number was area code 562... I say "Whoa! I live in Atlanta, I need a 404/770/678 area code." The friendly person in India insisted that the system automatically correctly generated the number. I politely told them that the system (or someone) was wrong. Apparently in India, they don't grasp the difference in the area code concept. So then we had to place ANOTHER order. (This is order number 3) This one, I got my number almost immediately because the customer service supervisor was understandable about the crap I had endured. I needed this number for my new business cards for networking and it was essential I get it ASAP so I could order them. So then I had to wait for the equipment. Ten days later, I call to inquire about the equipment when the rep mentioned I'd have to have a tech out - and the FIRST available was MAY 29. We're talking about more than SIX weeks from the initial call. (Don't you think it would have been nice if they had let me know about this when I was placing the order?) Now if I hadn't already ordered my business cards (in excess of $200) with the new Earthlink number, I would have told them where they could stick their DSL line... Then Friday evening, I get this delightful email from Earthlink... Thanks for your interest in EarthLink High Speed DSL Internet. When we accepted your order, we made every effort to ensure that we could provide you with DSL service. Unfortunately, due to technical issues, we cannot provide you with DSL service at this time. Sincerely, EarthLink Support YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME. They wouldn't have sent promotional materials to my home if they weren't serving it. They wouldn't have processed the order. I called Earthlink HQ to make sure that my Earthlink number could be ported to a company that has a clue. I spoke with a Reese Gary who told me tough cookies. That it was my problem. Although, contractually, I had agreed to a year-long term, they have no liability? GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE. I'm taking further action but considering all the lovely folks that peruse this blog, please feel free to tell Ms. Reese what you think of her service. garyrain@corp.earthlink.net Don't you think the LEAST they should do is reimburse me for my business cards? Update: I was charged $19.95 'shipping charges' for the equipment and they REFUSE to refund that as well. (And I haven't even received the equipment yet!) |
| Here comes the drama |
| 04.29.07 (10:41 pm) [edit] |
| It must be the full moon or something... First the flashbacks out of the blue from the rape from last night. I broke down and took a klonopin and that's got me chilled out more. And it was a good thing. The attorney called me to confirm that Todd had been (finally) successfully served with the papers regarding the civil suit for the rape. Now I'm on guard. Lights on all around the house. A friend had said he'd stay with me when it happened, but he's out of town this week on business. (Figures) Might see if I can get someone else to be on alert. Because Todd has such a violent and vindictive temper, I'm really concerned that he may come after me. Until we've gotten confirmation that he's retained an attorney, I'm going to be looking over my shoulder. Had a long talk this evening with the one that I'm really into - his response was exactly what I needed to hear. My intention of sharing it was more about letting him know about the upcoming saga and potential trial. Some folks may not be up for that. I've been comfortable in discussing it and was equally as discussing it with him. Going to try to go to bed. Probably not going to be a restful night. I don't want to drug myself out so that I might not be as alert as I need to be. Pepper spray and phone are now within reach at all times. Yes, I'm that concerned about him coming to get me. |
| Curve Ball |
| 04.29.07 (10:14 am) [edit] |
| I refer to a small group of people that are very dear friends of mine, whom I trust completely and rely on for support, as my 'inner circle'. Without them, I am confident that I would not have been able to make it through the past two years, dealing with the rape and the aftermath. Both local and across the country, these people have proved themselves as true friends. Yesterday, I had extended conversations with two of the distant ones. It was good to reconnect. We talk and email regularly, but lately, we've had brief exchanges. They both (unsolicited) remarked about what a different person I am now and proud they are of me. It feels wonderful to get that sort of affirmation from people who (really) know you and whose opinion you truly trust and respect. And I ended up really needing that feedback later on in the night to reflect on. I was having a phone convo with "he who hasn't been mentioned" (need to come up with a new nickname for him). Something he innocently said sparked something that I wasn't expecting. A flashback to the rape. And not just a little one. I felt panicky and nauseated. Now I haven't shared with him about the rape yet. I had planned on telling him about it tomorrow night. I thought I was 'past' the rape and I just wanted to share with him about the impending court stuff so that I'd know where he stood - if he saw it as too much drama, etc. But now I realize that apparently I'm not as over the rape as I thought. I really felt myself 'check out' during the conversation afterwards. I'm sure he was thinking "what just happened?" I can't get these images and feelings out of my head. I'm STILL nauseated and panicky feeling and on the verge of tears. Why???? I've been aware that the two year anniversary is coming up in two weeks. But I don't think that's it. I have talked extensively with my therapist about the rape but she doesn't understand bdsm so there's always a sense of disconnect with her about it. I've emailed someone in the inner circle that does 'get it' so perhaps he can help me hash it out. (It's still really early where he is, so I don't want to wake him.) This is suddenly such a raw nerve. I guess I'm not as healed as I thought I was. This is pissing me off. |
| Waste of Lip Gloss |
| 04.29.07 (9:40 am) [edit] |
| I had date plans last night. Got all girl-ied up. And then he had to cancel. The (so-called) photographer had called me (several times) yesterday. So I agreed to meet him for dinner - no point in wasting lip gloss, right? I told him that he had to take it down a few notches before I accepted the date. He made reservations at a nice place and I met him there. He *did* look hot. And smelled yummy. Big smile when he saw me. Something about when he calls me a goddess in that accent... We were enjoying some beverages before going to our table and talking a bit. He plays basketball every Saturday. Said he used to play professionally. (Did I mention his body was beautiful?) He had hurt his calf in the game. Then he mentioned a friend of his was supposed to get together with him earlier in the day and he hadn't heard from him and he was really concerned. It was sweet to see him so concerned. He appeared rather vulnerable when talking about it. Definitely a different side of him. I don't think he's a professional photographer. He said he had been in Atlanta two months when we initially met. (But he seemed to really know the back roads for being such a newbie.) I had overheard part of a phone conversation at the fish tank that gave me the impression that he wasn't a photographer. Last night he said he had been stalked by a girl he met here in a club 5 months ago. (Doesn't add up.) From the composition of his pictures, to his camera - nice but not something high-end enough if you were making a living on it. (Granted, it wasn't a Kodak Easyshare.) His Navigator has a special "all access" sticker on it from the airport. The type limo drivers have. He took a call while we were waiting from our table - he apologized but he was really concerned about his friend. Turns out his friend had been in a bad car accident. So he had to go. I saw a definite softer side of him towards his friend. He was so upset, I offered to give him a ride to the ER. He gave me long not inappropriate hug and left. Granted, I'm extremely partial to 'the one I haven't mentioned' but things don't add up with the "eastern european mutt" (aka the so-called photographer, groper). I didn't have the heart to tell him that, being so distracted about his friend. He was on better behavior with the hands and all but not the groper for me. Date with "the one I haven't mentioned" tomorrow night. I already have my outfit picked out. I'm smitten. |
| Smitten Kitten |
| 04.28.07 (10:08 am) [edit] |
| When I blow off a date to stay in and talk on the phone from 9pm until almost 5am, I'm officially smitten. I've told two other guys that I'm busy. I haven't had this sort of connection with someone...ever. But we're taking it very slowly. He's already asked me to keep Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights free for dates with him. Next weekend he doesn't have his commitments, so we'll have some daytime date time. Oh wait, does seeing someone five days out of seven count as slow? Prediction: I bet he'll send my fave flowers (red gerber daisies) after our date on Monday. The "REAL" indicator will be when I tell "Hot Stud" that I'm smitten. He called yesterday, sick as a dog. Poor thing. Wanted to drive down and make him chicken soup and take care of him. |
| Date Update |
| 04.27.07 (6:21 pm) [edit] |
| The revolving door of dates has been quite active lately, so I thought I would give a brief update. "the crush" He still calls and emails although he has refrained from making any further sexual innuendos in the past month. Regardless, I'm NOT interested. I find it amusing as hell that he keeps trying. "CNN photojournalist (or so he claims)" After the mauling Wednesday night and offer to 'bring me coffee' (code for boink me at my house), I haven't heard a peep from him. "the restauranteur" opening a chi-chi restaurant in a few months. We connected b/c of our mutual interest in yoga. However, I am not the typical 'yogi' as I'm a little more high energy than most that I have encountered. Ditto with him. "Mr. Saint Croix" We've been communicating for ages on a scuba diving board. Then out of the blue, he announces he's coming to town for 10 days for some training. He's cute. Seems sane. Not interested in a fling or a LDR (long distance relationship). Spending the weekend together showing him the town. He is cute and having a friend in St. Croix to dive/stay with is always a bonus. "the one I haven't mentioned" When I don't blog about specifics and dates with a guy, that usually means I dig him...a lot. (Lesson learned from "N" who discovered me writing about our relationship online and subsequently dumped me.) This one, I really really dig. He has his act together (as in a JOB, his own place, stability - everything "the crush" didn't have.) I realized how much I was digging him when I wanted to cancel my other plans during the weekend. This guy is uber-busy - with the JOB, getting his MBA, and other things that I respect his commitment to (none of those being a spouse.) It's been a pleasant pace, getting to know each other and it seems mutual that we see this as something potentially serious. Irony is that a guy I saw over two years ago for some time works under him. Now is it a small world or have I dated too many men when the degrees of separation are so small? |
| Condoms for a Cause |
| 04.27.07 (9:20 am) [edit] |
| I had physical therapy yesterday afternoon and I was hurting really bad. I had been up late the night before on a phone call (long story). I was tired and wanted to sleep, but I hurt so bad I couldn't sleep. Pain meds were downstairs and I was too tired - lazy - sore to get them. Decided to dig into the nightstand for some Ambien. Discovered an unopened box (24 pack) of condoms. Didn't even realize I had them. Curious, I picked up the box and examined it. They expire April 2007. That's 3 days from now. Maybe I can let CNN guy have them (not for use on me)? Anyone planning on having (a lot) of sex this weekend? I'm happy to make a donation to the cause. |
| He Couldn't Keep His Hands Off Me |
| 04.26.07 (9:30 am) [edit] |
| Last night I went to the fish tank for a special 'volunteers only' event with "The Photojournalist". We met at a Starbucks a while back. He's a European mutt of sorts but primarily Turkish and Russian. English is not his first language, and sometimes understanding him was sort of a challenge. Sum him up in one word: EAGER He called me more than 5 times yesterday afternoon to let me know traffic was crazy and that he was rushing to meet me. It was sweet but after the third time, I was ready to say "Dude, I get it, I'll wait for you." "Photojournalist guy" seemed really really really smitten with me. I'm so "beautiful, sexy, intelligent, funny, blah blah blah." It was sweet and sexy but hearing it over and over and over again got old. We drove down in his Navigator. (I say this because it's important later.) In the car less than 15 minutes and he tries to go for a kiss at a redlight. (Definitely premature.) He gets cheek. I tell him to sloooooow down. He's been in Atlanta for two months and hadn't been to the fish tank. He also said he loves taking nature photography. (I figured he'd take some rockin' pics.) He took a lot of pics. After about an hour of showing him the galleries, he'd keep trying to grope me. I told him that although this wasn't my job-job, I still needed to keep a professional appearance and he needed to back off. Apparently, some of that was lost in translation. We go into the penguin exhibit. There are lots of people around. Going into the penuin exhibit involves crawling into a dark area and popping your head up in the middle of the exhibit to take pictures. It's, um, shall we say, cozy? He takes his pics and I duck down ahead of him to crawl out of the secluded private area. (Bad idea on my end - literally) He tried to reach up my skirt while I'm crawling out. I felt like I was 13 years old and being pawed by my high school boyfriend. Don't get me wrong. Photojournalist guy was hot. Sexy. But all of this attention was, shall we say, premature? Extremely premature. We went out to the seal lions. Now this guy hadn't been there before, but he sure enough found the secluded area back there and started to maul me again. (Now had my libido not been revving on overdrive for a week or more, I might not have let him get within twelve inches of me. But he did this thing to my neck that made my knees weak, so I indulged for a moment.) He smelled so good and the accent did make me cave for that moment... Until he said that he wanted to (blank) me right there. Uh, no. A kiss on the neck does not grant one access to 'the promised land'. I said that I was out of there. I went up to the ballroom for the wrap-up and sat on the floor in front of the Belugas. (Marina the Beluga was flirting with me for quite some time.) Photojournalist followed me to the ballroom but didn't know where I was sitting. When it was over, I found him and he whispered that he wanted me to go take off my panties in the bathroom. He was making my high school boyfriend that had been nicknamed the Octopus look like a chaste soul. I told him again that he was not going to get anywhere with me. At all. There's been someone else in my past that didn't seem to get the picture that to get anywhere with me, you gotta get to know me. Anyway, we leave the fish tank. Parking garage. Crowded. He behaved himself, opening the door while I climbed (literally) into his Navigator. We had parked up fairly high in the parking deck. We had to drive up to the top to go back down. I'd never been up there before. It was GORGEOUS. The view was amazing. Of course he noticed this. I told him that the backlog getting out of the garage was going to be crazy, so let's just stop and enjoy the view. He thought that meant I'd give him head and started unzipping his fly. I came mighty close to hopping out of the car and going back into the fish tank to get someone to drive me back to my car. I told him (for the hundredth time) that he needed to keep his hands, mouth and other appendages to himself and clothed. He said he couldn't help it that I was so sexy. I said that may be, but I don't behave that way with someone I don't know very well. So he seemed to retreat. Drove me back to my car. Kissed me on my cheek - deliberately - and said that he had a fabulous time and gave the whole "I'm a beautiful, intelligent, sexy and very desirable blah blah blah speech." I wanted to go home and take a shower. I get home and he calls and says that he wants to see me tonight. I laughed and told him that I'd had enough of him. The funniest part was - we were reviewing the pictures he took while sitting in the ballroom - the pictures sucked. Composition was off, lighting was horrible. Makes me wonder if he's really a photojournalist. |
| He Couldn't Keep His Hands Off Me |
| 04.26.07 (9:26 am) [edit] |
| Last night I went to the fish tank for a special 'volunteers only' event with "The Photojournalist". We met at a Starbucks a while back. He's a European mutt of sorts but primarily Turkish and Russian. English is not his first language, and sometimes understanding him was sort of a challenge. Sum him up in one word: EAGER He called me more than 5 times yesterday afternoon to let me know traffic was crazy and that he was rushing to meet me. It was sweet but after the third time, I was ready to say "Dude, I get it, I'll wait for you." "Photojournalist guy" seemed really really really smitten with me. I'm so "beautiful, sexy, intelligent, funny, blah blah blah." It was sweet and sexy but hearing it over and over and over again got old. We drove down in his Navigator. (I say this because it's important later.) In the car less than 15 minutes and he tries to go for a kiss at a redlight. (Definitely premature.) He gets cheek. I tell him to sloooooow down. He's been in Atlanta for two months and hadn't been to the fish tank. He also said he loves taking nature photography. (I figured he'd take some rockin' pics.) He took a lot of pics. After about an hour of showing him the galleries, he'd keep trying to grope me. I told him that although this wasn't my job-job, I still needed to keep a professional appearance and he needed to back off. Apparently, some of that was lost in translation. We go into the penguin exhibit. There are lots of people around. Going into the penuin exhibit involves crawling into a dark area and popping your head up in the middle of the exhibit to take pictures. It's, um, shall we say, cozy? He takes his pics and I duck down ahead of him to crawl out of the secluded private area. (Bad idea on my end - literally) He tried to reach up my skirt while I'm crawling out. I felt like I was 13 years old and being pawed by my high school boyfriend. Don't get me wrong. Photojournalist guy was hot. Sexy. But all of this attention was, shall we say, premature? Extremely premature. We went out to the seal lions. Now this guy hadn't been there before, but he sure enough found the secluded area back there and started to maul me again. (Now had my libido not been revving on overdrive for a week or more, I might not have let him get within twelve inches of me. But he did this thing to my neck that made my knees weak, so I indulged for a moment.) He smelled so good and the accent did make me cave for that moment... Until he said that he wanted to (blank) me right there. Uh, no. A kiss on the neck does not grant one access to 'the promised land'. I said that I was out of there. I went up to the ballroom for the wrap-up and sat on the floor in front of the Belugas. (Marina the Beluga was flirting with me for quite some time.) Photojournalist followed me to the ballroom but didn't know where I was sitting. When it was over, I found him and he whispered that he wanted me to go take off my panties in the bathroom. He was making my high school boyfriend that had been nicknamed the Octopus look like a chaste soul. I told him again that he was not going to get anywhere with me. At all. There's been someone else in my past that didn't seem to get the picture that to get anywhere with me, you gotta get to know me. Anyway, we leave the fish tank. Parking garage. Crowded. He behaved himself, opening the door while I climbed (literally) into his Navigator. We had parked up fairly high in the parking deck. We had to drive up to the top to go back down. I'd never been up there before. It was GORGEOUS. The view was amazing. Of course he noticed this. I told him that the backlog getting out of the garage was going to be crazy, so let's just stop and enjoy the view. He thought that meant I'd give him head and started unzipping his fly. I came mighty close to hopping out of the car and going back into the fish tank to get someone to drive me back to my car. I told him (for the hundredth time) that he needed to keep his hands, mouth and other appendages to himself and clothed. He said he couldn't help it that I was so sexy. I said that may be, but I don't behave that way with someone I don't know very well. So he seemed to retreat. Drove me back to my car. Kissed me on my cheek - deliberately - and said that he had a fabulous time and gave the whole "I'm a beautiful, intelligent, sexy and very desirable blah blah blah speech." I wanted to go home and take a shower. I get home and he calls and says that he wants to see me tonight. I laughed and told him that I'd had enough of him. The funniest part was - we were reviewing the pictures he took while sitting in the ballroom - the pictures sucked. Composition was off, lighting was horrible. Makes me wonder if he's really a photojournalist. |
| Hot Hands |
| 04.25.07 (10:47 am) [edit] |
| Client appt/lunch date today. Then meeting the photojournalist from CNN for a 'drink' and on to the fish tank for the awards ceremony. CNN guy is a cutie but I get the vibe that although he professes he's looking for something exclusive, it's all about the booty. My Physical Therapist and Doc want me to have several deep tissue massages. Hot Stud is a Massage Therapist. So of course I called him. I have an appt with him this evening after the event at the fish tank. THAT should be interesting. Him massaging me and me keeping my mind totally um professional. Particularly when I'm having lots of spasming in my rear end. (I'm serious!) Having him massage my butt has me giggling. I'm going to be ditching CNN guy as soon as the event is over to get my massage. YUM. (I wonder if there's a female version of a happy ending? LMAO) Someone else in the picture. Looks very promising. We're all about taking our time. Coffee date next week sometime. |
| Looking at that fly and thinking.... |
| 04.24.07 (6:00 pm) [edit] |
| Sitting here doing some work. Have the windows in my home office open. Lulu is sitting in a chair I have next to the window so she can look out and watch birds, etc. There was a monster fly in the window. She was pawing at it as it buzzed around. Cute right? Then she caught it and ate it. Gross. Then she threw it up. Grosser. I guess she felt she needed more protein? |
| Men who throw hissy fits annoy me |
| 04.24.07 (10:22 am) [edit] |
| Tomorrow night is the semi-annual volunteer recognition awards at the fish tank. I'm getting the big award. It's called the "Garabaldi Award". (The Garabaldi is our mascot fish - it's an orange fish). It's for serving the highest level of service hours. I took Hot Stud last time and had a good time with him. He's been so busy lately, I didn't bother to ask him. So I asked another guy friend that I used to date and have wondered lately if he's thinking of re-initiating things. (I'm not interested.) Anyhoo, he said he'd go several weeks ago. Talked to him last night. Mentioned to him that I have to start having lots of client appts for my job because if I don't kick ass in the first 90 days, my ass is on the line. I have an appt downtown, 3 blocks from the fish tank at 4pm. It will be done around 5pm. The event at the fish tank starts at 6pm. He works about 15 minutes away from the fish tank. He said he didn't want to drive down there. (Being downtown). I told him that there was no way I could drive to his office with traffic and make it there in time to pick him up. He threw a hissy fit that he was doing me a favor by going and that it was 'crass' of me to expect him to drive himself. I told him to forget it. Sometimes he can be a total ass. (Exactly why I quit dating him) So I've sent out requests for several other guy friends/dates to see if they are interested. Unfortunately, my first choice is getting his MBA and has class tomorrow night. So we'll see what I can scrape up. |
| Well-Lubricated |
| 04.23.07 (6:46 pm) [edit] |
| I had a date Saturday night that was, well, a dud. We'll call him Mr. NASCAR. ALL he talked about was NASCAR. He actually travels around to follow the races. Seriously. I personally don't share his passion for cars driving around in circles. When I said that, he looked at me like I said I like to kill puppies and sacrifice them for Hillary. Still, he kept going around and around about NASCAR. My attention was diverted. You see, just behind him, there was a love seat couch. And a couple on it making out. It was scorchingly hot. Perhaps its been too long since I've had a truly quality make-out session. You know that type of kissing that leaves your toes curled and every cell in your body tingling? I wished it was me with that guy playing tonsil hockey. Mr. NASCAR asked me if I wanted another drink (Pellegrino with lime).I passed, feigned I was tired from my work trip. In reality, I needed to head home to take a cold shower. So Sunday night, I volunteered for a special event at the fish tank. It was a kick-off party for an IT convention in town. 5000 folks. Open Bar. Now when I work these events, I get asked out from time to time. Maybe one out of every 3 or 4 events. Last night, I'm not sure if they had liquid Viagra in the drinks, or the moons were aligned or what. I was asked out by three incredibly hot guys in the course of about an hour. One guy was from Argentina and didn't exactly have a strong mastery of the English language but he had utterly dreamy dark eyes and totally smoochable lips. Another one was from Chicago and quite the hunk. The third was from Newport Beach, Cali and was just too cute (plus he dives). We talked for a good 20 minutes while I ignored other guests. (Bad volunteer, bad!) However, I declined all three. (Despite the previous night's impact on my libido!) All three were well-lubricated and probably just looking for a boink while in town. I still can't get the Argentinian's lips out of my mind. (I could try to track him down at the convention, couldn't I?) On the otherhand, I am meeting a guy this weekend that is coming into town from St. Croix. We have been emailing back and forth from a dive board for months. I will give him a tour of the fish tank and I could potentially have a place to go hang out in St. Croix. (Not my fave territory, I prefer St. John's.) |
| I'm doing just fine on my own, tyvm |
| 04.22.07 (3:15 pm) [edit] |
| Last night was supposed to be a low-key evening with some of my friends. Dinner and hanging out. Three guy friends and their gf's. I was odd (wo)man out. One of the gf's suggested someone she knew that'd be 'perfect' for me. I said thanks, but no thanks. I have enough dates. This led to a discussion of how I have been dating a series of asses. (I've never referred to any guy I've dated lately as an ass, have I?) So this led to the idea that they would post an online ad for me and weed through the eligible prospects. Um, no thank you. Two of the three 'friends' (whose friendship is now on treacherous ground) said they knew exactly the type of guy I needed. Now this amused me. I then asked them to describe the ideal guy for me. Granted, there was alcohol involved on their end, and I was beginning to feel like I needed large doses myself to get through this evening. Sum it up to say, I don't think they could have been farther off target. Their focus was all on superficial things like hair-color, age, weight, body-type, and job. I rolled my eyes. Ironically, there are a couple of people in my life that probably could do a good job of selecting candidates. These were not some of those folks. One of the gf's decided to ring up "W" who would be perfect for me to see what he was doing last night. That's when I claimed I had to be at the fish tank early and needed to go. (I don't have to be there until later this afternoon.) I felt like I was an incomplete table setting because I was solo. I'm not defective because I'm single. (And I'm not cheating on my significant other like 1 of the 3...) I like my life. I don't think I need a significant other to complete things right now. Sure, I'd like to have someone, but I'm a firm believer that things happen at the right time for the right reasons. They gave "W" my email and he sent me an email this morning asking me out for drinks. Can you say "ugh!" |
| What does that mean? |
| 04.20.07 (1:58 pm) [edit] |
| Flight back was, in a word, hell. Full plane. Middle seat. On my right, a large man resembling Chewbacca. On my left, a woman that resembled Jabba the Hut. Behind me were two 4 year olds that were screaming and kicking the back of my seat the entire time. For more fun, we sat at the gate for 90 minutes. No air circulating. Jabba-ette was sweating like a (the analogy is too obvious). It made me *really* uncomfortable. Aside from the being squished. I remember when I was fat (although never that fat), how self-conscious I was. She looked miserable. And I was grossed out by her spilling over the armrest, encroaching on 'my space'. Ditto with her legs. She couldn't fasten the seat belt even with an extender. Judgmental? I guess. It reminded me of the old me. I like the new me - inside and out. But the situation made me realize that I need to look at why I was so disgusted by her. At the same time, I pitied her. I remember. Always something new to discuss in counseling... |
| I'm trained. |
| 04.19.07 (4:31 pm) [edit] |
| According to my shiny-new employer, I'm officially trained now. (laughing) They should know better. Flight there was a nightmare. Atlanta to Tampa via Charlotte with a 4 hour delay. I could have driven (at 55mph) and gotten there faster. Co-workers cool. Boss cool (complete opposite of previous boss). Excited about how professional the organization is. Training really should have been another 2 days. Never saw outside. Office was connected to the hotel. Now that I'm trained, not exactly where to start drumming up business. Had a date with an old client that lives down here the other night. Nice guy (despite being an attorney). Very good date behavior - opening doors, ordering for me, blah blah blah. Kiss on the cheek. No clue if it will be another 5 years before I see him again. Date tomorrow night with another former client. He's smokin' hot. And he knows it. I think he's just looking to get laid. (Ain't gonna happen.) I'm enjoying toying with him. He needs to be knocked down a few notches to keep that cockiness in check. I'm looking forward to it. The dance of email exchanges is hysterical between us. He keeps trying to go back to more suggestive topics. I dodge and weave. Will update on that post-date. |
| Lessons Learned |
| 04.09.07 (11:02 am) [edit] |
| I thought I'd go back a bit and give an update on "the crush". (He lost that status months ago.) Recap: We've both been in the radio/entertainment biz in Atlanta and know a lot of the same people. Always thought he was smart and funny. There were fireworks when we met for drinks. He did everything right in the first meeting, including asking me to call when I got home to make sure I got in safely (and commenting on my shoes). We met for coffee the next morning and had a scorching smooch session against my car in the rain. New Year's Eve day, we had another date. Went out for dinner with a friend of his. Another scorching evening. I told him I dug him BUT things were not going to progress physically. I admitted it was hard to say no, but I wasn't looking for something casual. Then he went into his state of depression in January. Understand. Been there. He's been out of work for a loooooong time and there are no strong opportunities and the ones he's gotten are rather, well, insulting. He has moved in with a friend to save on rent. He said he would be better in February. I dropped by once to pick up some tapes I had loaned him which he interpreted as me wanting to get naked. (Nope.) He would call every 10 days or so, saying that he was thinking about how nice it'd be to snuggle up in bed naked with me, how hot I was and how much he wanted to see me again. Now normally, comments like that would make this girl swoon and turn me into a total minx. But since he had been giving me the impression that he was not looking for anything more than a booty call, I was insulted. (Funny thing was that it *could* have been MUCH hotter had he played his cards right.) Over the past three months, I told him via email, text message, on the phone and face-to-face that I dug him, he drove me crazy, but it wasn't going to happen that way if he didn't want to get to know ME (and not my hoo-ha) better. Actions spoke louder than words. And he choked. Two weeks ago, he left me another vm with the naked suggestion. I sent him a text telling him bluntly to move on. On New Year's Eve day, he brought a case of wine coolers. (Who, that is of legal drinking age, particularly a straight male, drinks wine coolers?) The box has been sitting in my kitchen ever since. I've tried pawning them off on folks but everyone laughs. Pouring them down the drain is an option, but I came up with another idea... Smashing them to hell. I'm not mad at 'the crush'. I'm pissed at myself for not reading the signals better and getting distracted by the player despite being warned about his behavior. A friend asked if he came around and started behaving like I deserved if I'd be open to it? My answer, a resounding "hell no!" Clearly, the dude didn't appreciate me and didn't treat me in the manner in which I deserve. It's not about putting him down - it does me no good and I feel sorry for the guy. Self-analytical person that I am, I've gone back looking to see what I could have done differently. I found him irresistible. I told him so. (But I did resist him.) Gotta go. More on this later. |
| More Developments |
| 04.05.07 (11:12 am) [edit] |
| Heard back from the attorney yesterday. Todd is deliberately dodging the Marshall's attempt at delivering the suit. Some rather shocking information came to light about him which I cannot divulge at this time. I will say that this affirms my decision to make sure this is public record. |
| Peed in my pants |
| 04.02.07 (1:38 pm) [edit] |
| No word yet from the attorney that Todd has been served. I'm surprised I'm not more skiddish about it. Still struggling with severe hip pain from the car accident. It hasn't been getting better, in fact, it has been getting worse. The pain was so bad yesterday that my teeth were chattering and peed in my pants. Gross but serious! I almost called a friend to take me to the ER. Took more pain medication than I probably should have, took a scorching hot soak and camped out on the heating pad. My physical therapist said that she spoke to my doctor and they believe I have an Acetabular Labral Tear in my hip. Means arthoscopic surgery to repair and I need to stay off it as much as possible. Seeing the doctor to schedule an MRI to confirm. Lovely. |
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