Appearences

Anyway, week has been crazy as is. Spent a fortune on lingerie at Victoria's... why is beyond me as I have gone out every night this week and met no one.

Had dinner with Cor who took me to see Madonna... The woman is GOD! She was amazing, you have no idea... I got to sit in like this box with him where all the minions that didn't know the right people couldn't get to me. Cor... eh, there just isn't any chemistry with him. I was the pretty date to keep up his image. I didn't care, I saw GOD! She was like three feet away from us! He's alright, I guess, and as Ash says, just like any other leprachaun, he's got a pot of gold! But I'm over that. Golddigging went out in 2005. I'm taller than him anyway! He ruined the concert; spent the whole time she was on stage doing a roller disco talking about the lighting. Loser. He leaned in as I was getting into my cab home, and I tapped him on the back and said, "Thank you for the evening," leaving him standing there, gaping. But this guy won't take no for an answer. He hasn't stopped calling, texting, I think I even recieved an email... (it's good to watch them squirm...)

Met Ash's Adam, eh, he's got a wierd sense of humor. The kind that makes you envision how your Chardonnay will look all over his face. He managed to be offensive within two minutes of meeting him. We have judged him unworthy. He and Cor are going on our list of been there but won't do that.

Sher finally took me to Pie and saw the man she gave her number to, who never called her. How could she not see that he is gay?! After thirty mintues of shock, we discussed in length Caitlin's wedding, in which popcorn and peanuts were served as the bride, five months pregnant, drank champagne from the bottle.

After stalking sexy redhead just for kicks, have learned he moved to Dublin. Hmm. He is also claiming to be engaged. I could die... And you KNOW she's gross and ugly with a snaggle toothed cockney attitude talking about what she bought at Primark and wearing the latest from New Look. HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?!

Oh, yes, right; reality. I am simply an aquaintence he has met once and therefor have no real stake in him.

Right?

That can't be correct...

Have been searching out new jobs... no one in New York has taken any intrest in me... but I got some attention from a London firm dealing in retail PR. That would be crazy! I'd get to go back to the place where I ate and ate and ate and still managed to drop ten pounds... The position offers 50,000 pounds a year... I selfishly admitt I'd like to hear back from them. I mean I sent in my resume, but God knows. And could I really leave New York before I finished my degree? Eight more months!!!

But for 100,000$?!

Hmm.

I'd be a sugar mommy. A bit young, really, but still a sugar mommy.

And I'd stand there at King's Cross... by haps surpassing T (who never emailed, but then, he is on vacation) and standing there in my fabulous ornate clothing supplied by my hefty salary and yell out "BOO!" to which we'd havee an amazing reunion and the best sex of my life.

But he never emailed me. Hmm. This could be an issue... Right?

Ah, well. If it gets bad, there's always Cor or newly freed Adam. What a selection!

(God bless this desparation!)

Am taking oral lessons with Ash, as have become quite aware that I have no ability in that area. We signed up for a class near West 4th. Might skip out, though. All the pretty girls are bad in bed!

Going tomorrow with Jen to pick out colors for the new living room. The picture of what I'll be like at fifty gets more and more fastidious.

Missing T. Fucking men! Why is it that the ones you never want to hear from again can't stop calling you, and yet, the ones you liked well enough to drink a beer with (in public!) drop you a line only when they're getting married; have become billionaires and are getting married; have gone broke and thus, are looking to marry you, or, the best of all, have spent the time away from you in therapy and have decided to marry your preceeding ex, also on the road to self-discovery once you were out of the picture?

Ah, well. I'll sit here and bitch to Ash as always!