So the potential client that was supposed to meet us in NYC two weeks ago, made a new appointment for like a couple of days, in Paris. I’ve always wanted to see Paris, just not on a day and a half’s notice, for business. That said, things are so close I can almost taste it.
Amber left early in the week. I hope things get back to normal. Too many late night—drinking. I went shopping with her a couple of times. She helped me work on my 333 wardrobe. OK, she helped me reset my 333 wardrobe since I ended up ordering some different dresses online. She tried to convince me to free up some wardrobe spaces by sleeping naked, but we all aren’t shameless supermodels. I opted for a […]
And as promised Amber crashed into my life again. Between work and her I haven’t had much time for anything else. Especially after Jemma met her. So since then we’ve been going out every night. Also, Todd finally remembered how to return text/calls/etc. I had to put him on pause as I remembered the creative chaos of my out-of-town friend.
I was scrambling to get everything ready for my first business travel meeting. Although I probably know the most about this particular prospect, I realized I wasn’t too confident on my presentation. I’d need some help from a guy I slept with a couple of months ago. Not at all uncomfortable.
I had a meeting with a head hunter. She called me about a potential job. I took an extended lunch when Todd wasn’t available. Strange since apparently Todd was the one who gave my name to the head hunter. It wasn’t a job offer yet, but there was something coming up that she said I would be perfect for. The head hunter was very nice with a touch of frost. She seemed on the verge […]
Back in the Big Apple. Things only seem to happen in one of two speeds: fast or light speed. Missed a whole bunch of yoga—and Todd. Enrique comes by at least once a day to try to engage in chit-chat. Jemma usually shoes him away. I know I have this thing with Todd, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like seeing Enrique. And even his attempts at small talk by fishing for something to do […]
I’ll admit it, I have never been to Miami. Lived all my life on the East Coast and went to college and near been there. While everyone else was getting drunk at spring break I was home in my PJs reading a book. And now I’m going there on business and being told to bring a swimsuit. I sometimes marvel at the company I work for.
I went home “early” after the first yoga session. I bugged Alicia to help me to reproduce the smoky look that had done me so when at the company mixer. What I really needed was a version for dummies. She did it on me trying to simplify it. It still looked good, but was far too complicated for me—at least on a daily basis. I wasn’t going to get up an hour early to do […]
I spent the week diving headlong into work, which was easy since there’s always so much to do. I also hid myself away and avoided Enrique which became much easier when he went out-of-town for business. Jemma had no problem teasing me when ever an opportunity presented itself. I was just too embarrassed, though I’m not sure why. Yes, I’m not the kind of person who goes home with someone for a one night stand. […]
Back to that night. Enrique and I had danced close to each other for a few songs, our bodies rubbing against each other long after the slow songs had been replaced with uptempo funk. It wasn’t long before he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the dance floor. He temporarily stopped to longingly look at me then he kept going out a side door that in spite of its warning alerted no one to our exit. […]
