Talked to Doc Xray last night. He asked when he could see me again. (A guy wanting to get on my calendar for the weekend on a Tuesday!)

Although I abhor doctors (as a patient), I find it really hot when he goes into 'medical mode' and started lecturing me about my bronchitis, etc.

Then again, whenever men go into that professional zone - be it talking about finance or functionality or whatever work-related, it gets my motor revving.

Why? I dunno.

Doc's going to the fish tank with me Sunday for a tour. He doesn't want to wait that long to see me. I guess I'm warming up to him - well, warming isn't the right word. It's been so long since I've actually experienced a guy that was so well-mannered and interested in me.

Doc Xray called me Friday afternoon. Long phone conversation. We weren't going to see each other this weekend because he had friends coming into town. He seemed really excited about it. I didn't ask questions other than what he was going to do. It was supposed to be rainy this weekend, so a lot of festivals and stuff would be less than ideal.

Then he mentioned that they were both females but were some of his longest-friends.

Sounded a wee bit suspicious to me. "female friends" staying at his place. No particular plans.

Funny thing is, I don't really care. He's a nice guy but not feeling all warm and tingley about him.

I hosted one of my shindigs last night where I invite my clients, professional contacts and prospects to a restaurant/bar for some informal networking. It's always a fun evening and I love making introductions. (Plus my clients always rave about me and what I do so it's a win-win.)

Last night there was a lady there that I cannot describe any other way than "toxic". She professes to be very religious but she is so judgmental and condescending. In the past, she'd send me stuff to proof (for free). I'd make some suggestions and she'd reply back that I shouldn't 'cut her down creatively'.

Um, okay. I think most people that know me know that I don't sugar-coat things. You ask my opinion, I tell you. I get paid over $100/hr for my marketing services. She was getting it for free.

Last night, she came in and interrupted me while I was talking to someone. Then she 'hijacked' me - I was there as a facilitator - I could not get away from her. She stands too close while talking and it feels really uncomfortable. I kept taking a step back but it didn't work. And she'd continually make so veiled commentaries that were really uncool. She professes to be a 'business and life coach'. I encounter a lot of them in my day to day professional life - there are some good ones but they are the exception - from my experience those that can't do, coach. I wouldn't pay her a penny for her advice. (I'd pay money to get away from her.)

I tried to extricate myself by claiming I rode down with someone and they needed to leave. (It was a lie.) So then she starts talking to that person - and he's looking at me like "Help!" She decides to walk out with us - crap - we have to pretend like we're getting in the same car. It was ridiculous. She wants to do business with me but I don't want to. I'm going to over-inflate our prices just to make sure it's unobtainable.

Since I couldn't sleep last night, I was watching stupid crap on TV. Definitely mind-fluff on at 3am. Cops. (Reinforces my belief that some people should not be allowed to reproduce!)

But the kicker was "Blind Date".
They paired a 30ish male virgin with ... a porn actress.

And, get this, they hit it off.

Totally cracked me up. I can see that one working out.

I woke up Friday with very little voice. I hadn't been out screaming or smoking or anything that would impact my vocal cords.

Tried allergy medicine. No luck. Tried keeping my mouth shut. No luck.

Then Saturday night, I started coughing like crazy - in my chest. Tried some Robitussin. No improvement. Tried other cough stuff - nothing working. I was concerned the medical cocktails I was trying would have me waking up dead in the morning like Heath Ledger (but not nekkid).

Monday, I noticed my left foot was really swollen. Not sore or bruised, just suddenly swollen.
Very curious.

I got a nasty blister on Friday night walking all over the place to/from the Braves game. It looks a little infected. It's on my left foot.

I tried taking a more 'heavy hitter' cough medicine yesterday - Mucinex Industrial Strength. I was still up coughing all night long. I feel okay other than really sore from all the coughing. (And did I mention that the Mucinex gave me the runs? Not fun when you're coughing your head off...)

Ankle still swollen.
Doc X-ray said that it could be a pulmonary embolism or DVT but didn't sound like it.
Told me to get to the doc ASAP.

I hate doctors. And I don't have a regular doc. You know how long it can take to get in as a new patient somewhere.
My foot will fall off before I can get in.

Saturday morning, I turned on my tv.
Couldn't get any signal from my antenna.
*No, thanks to Comcast digging thru my water line, I do not have cable.

I went to tweak the antenna

and realized that the cord had been chewed through.

Yes, my kittens chewed through the antenna cord.
Since I have no voice, I couldn't scream at them.

Grrrrrrrrrr

I feel fine but I have no voice. I haven't been screaming or hanging out around smoke - so I have no clue why I sound like Bea Arthur today.

This begins the marathon dating weekend.

I painted my toes last night. I'm ready!

I had a great date with "The Radiologist" Saturday night. He wanted to go to a very upscale restaurant. First time in ages I've been on a date where the guy was in a jacket (that wasn't leather). Conversation was really good. We were at the restaurant for 4 hours. He asked me during the date when he could see me again.

That was a first.

The conversation was flowing. We went to a coffee place nearby and talked for another 4 hours.

Seriously!

Then we smooched in the car for a while. Curled my toes.

He's a specialized radiologist that is new in town because the staff doc is having a baby. So he's filling in while she's on maternity leave for the next 3 months. He alluded to the fact she said she might not come back after the leave is over. He said the deal is sweet - gets paid more than double what he'd get on staff, plus living expenses.

We had dinner last night. Much more low-key place.  Very comfortable with him. He wanted to know when he could see me again - I have friends coming into town next weekend, so I'm not sure what my schedule will be like.

We definitely clicked but, I don't see myself spending time with him longterm.  And since he's (in theory) going to be going to another assignment in 3 months...

Next week is going to be really interesting.
I'm seeing the nose doc again to talk further about fixing my nose. He said that it would 'significantly' change the appearance of my nose.

So he's going to pull out the magic image software and show me options. I don't want to end up looking like Michael Jackson, you know?

I'm doing a special event at the fish tank - a wine auction. I figure there will be some interesting people there. I haven't been there since JANUARY!

Then I'm hosting a shin-dig in a luxury suite for a Braves game. A friend from my radio days is going to be in town, and I want to connect him with several other professional contacts. Me and 6 guys. My first thought? What am I going to wear? I want to be cute, professional and comfortable. But a baseball game, even in the suite, is going to involve some serious walking. You can't do that even in the most comfortable 4 inch heels! And (don't tell anyone), I kinda dig two of the guys that will be there.

I've got a number of pretty big deals that should come in next week too - working my tail off to get this stuff in the works so if I decide to move forward with the nose surgery, I'll be able to coast for a week or two.  

I'm actually considering another date with Mr. Pierced Pecker.

We've had some conversations the past couple of nights that have intrigued me somewhat. We talked for 3 hours last night and it seemed like 30 minutes. The flow of conversation is good. He's intelligent, witty, sarcastic and somewhat devious. He's passionate about a number of things - that's important. He's talked somewhat candidly about a LTR that crashed and burned and what he learned from it. We differ somewhat on our political standings - he's more left but we both agree that the country is headed toward the crapper. He's saying a lot of the right things but I always pay attention to actions more than words. He's commented on the chemistry between us and done some flirting - I haven't really nibbled - told him I am a bit more cautious. (And no, I haven't shared about the rape...)

I made a comment about women and tattoos - how it makes them look pretty silly in the professional level that I am at. There was a woman in my company with a lot of ankle ink - no matter how much she tried to dress the part, the ink knocked her down considerably. (And she was trying way too hard.) Anyway, he asked if I had that sort of perspective on piercings. I said that if you're in a creative field, that's cool if it's all over your face, etc. What happens under clothing is your own business. Then he asked if I had an opinion on body piercings. I said that I hadn't seen any to really make a judgment - didn't really feel strongly either way.

I have a really busy weekend. I'm leading a seminar tomorrow and then I'm doing a movie/dinner with the Turkish photographer. I bet he thinks we're going to watch a movie at my place, but he will be denied. (Plus the house isn't clean enough. And when the house is satisfactory, I'll only have people over at night so they can't see how horrible my yard is!)

 Then Sunday, I have a brunch date with someone I've dug but he's just not that into me or has too much going on in life.

Sunday evening, Mr. PP (Mr. Pierced Pecker) and I are having dinner.

The Turkish photographer called me out of the blue. He claims he's had ankle surgery.

I'm a sucker for a guy in distress.

I told him I'd be happy to meet him for lunch and maybe a movie on Saturday after I do my seminar.
How dangerous can he be with his hands if he is on crutches?

All part of Operation Get Over Hot Stud. 

I had a date last night. Met briefly at a coffee shop. Within 10 minutes of sitting down and small talk, he shared that he has a piercing.

And it's not on his ear.

It's "down there".

Um, that's a little TMI on a first date when I haven't decided that I'd even want to do a 2nd date.

His reasoning -a lot of women consider it a dealbreaker and he likes to get it out in the open (the details not his pecker), but he added "It has its advantages."

Um, okay.

Now I would never consider a pierced pecker a deal-breaker. But it's not like I consider it exceptionally appealing. We'll see how the next date goes.

And no, I won't be viewing the metal then either. If it was a pierced tongue, maybe I'd have something to report on a 2nd date.

He was dreamy. He was a man's man. Ben Hur, Touch of Evil, Big Country, El Cid, Earthquake...

But I'll always remember him in that loincloth.

Pollen season in Atlanta is notoriously bad. Subsequently, I take Zyrtec orally, Patanol in my eyes and Nasonex upmy nose.

You'd think that would take care of things right?

Nope. I can barely keep my eyes open. Sneezing like crazy.

I don't think it's pollen b/c we had a good rain yesterday/today and I haven't set foot outside today.

Maybe I'm allergic to cleaning? Maybe I need to start snorting the Zyrtec for a more concentrated dosage?  

You know how everyone is head over heels in love this spring?

I've been bitten by the love bug too.
I'm in love.

Heads over heels madly totally completely in love.

His name?

Tom.

Well, actually it's Tom Tom.

I got a new Tom Tom GPS and I LOVE it! It rocks!