I must get this off of my chest...
My boss, bless his heart, has a terrible habit that makes me want to gauge out my eyeballs and run away screaming. I hear you asking, "what could be so terrible?" The man scratches his man-business all the time! It has to be some major junk issue, because it's out of control. He does it when he stands in front of my desk to talk to me...when his junk is at eye-level for me. Inappropriate. I clearly can't say anything. What's a girl to do??
On another crotch-related note, Victoria's Secret has a sale on panties. They are running a 7/$25 special on certain styles. Check it out here! Just just the promo code VS7PANTY when you check out. [I just made myself a little uncomfortable talking about my boss's crotch and my crotch in the same post. Please excuse me while I go vom. Kthanks.]
I just checked my tracking number for FedEx for my iPad and it has been delivered!! I can't wait to get home and play. This will be my first Mac, other than my iPod, and my first touch screen so it's going to take some getting used to. I think I can handle it.
Let's chat about men/Golf Guy. I thought that he'd lost interest after my birthday festivities, and I tried to cope with that. I'd texted him a few times with no response so I figured I should take a hint. Last week, I get a random text from him asking if I would like to go with him to Atlanta to the Falcons game that Sunday. Yes please! Except I have to lead youth on Sundays. Boo. BFFAE and Mr. S invited me to go to a relatively new bar with them on Saturday night and I decided I should make the effort to be sociable. (Mainly because I thought Golf Guy would be there.) We exchanged texts and he had decided to stay home since he's partied a little too hard the night before. We've been exchanging some flirty texts since then, and I really do like him. However, he goes all "guy" on me. One day he's texting and flirting and talking up a storm. The next day...nada. Can someone explain this to me? I'd really love to hang out soon, but I refuse to be the pushy girl again. I seem to always be enthusiastic about the possibility of a new romance, and I always get burned in the end. Here's hoping I stick to my guns. (Metaphorical guns. Carrying around actual guns would be a bad plan. Unless you live in Texas. I hear children carry six-shooters in Texas. Remind me to visit Texas someday.) Seriously though...any advice?
Is it 5o'clock yet?
Winks and LOLs,