Shameless Hussy

I went in pursuit of FunExBF. The other night I drove down to the outskirts of DC and arranged to meet him since he can't be bothered to make it up my way.

I know, it was little more than shameless for me to go after him like that. And might reflect upon my sometimes questionable judgment.

The truth is, FunExBF is just that: Fun. And it was great to see him and talk about all things.

It had been five years since I last saw him.

There was a bit of a liaison, I must admit.

I came home happy.

And now I miss him.

Sad.

Heading Home

I'm going home. Hurrah.

I got hit on so much down here in the SouthLand. I *never* get hit on at home. I didn't know what to do with it. I told one guy, "Ehh. You just have your beer goggles on. If you didn't you wouldn't be hitting on me." Which prompted an unusual response: a lecture from the drunk letch on how I shouldn't be so down on myself and I should have more self-respect.

That was surprising. It was like a drunk, male Oprah telling me to love myself, honey.

Don't feel like it. Especially when my pep talk was coming from a guy who talked to my breasts rather than my face.

::sigh::

Still, it was nice to be found attractive, even just a little bit.

Now, home, to rampant isolation and the call of NaNoWriMo.

Swank

I am currently on the top floor of a swank hotel in The City that Banking Built in the SouthLand. Here for a little networking.

Swank hotels amuse me; each one has its own little quirks. In this one, for example, in order to use the elevator, you have to insert your room key first. Never seen that before. And they have the coffee maker on the desk instead of in the bathroom, you know, where the water is.

I came in here and there was some tranquil imagery and music on the TV, very funny, but no King-Sized bed as I asked for. Two doubles. Which is really really useless when you're just one little person.

It's gray and overcast here, raining even.

Has anyone ever noticed how when they're getting their picture taken, Southern girls always cock their head slightly to one side and smile in way that you *know* they practiced it in a mirror, or for months before their cotillion? Just a little something I noticed in the society pages of "Uptown" magazine.

Big Ol' Jet Airlinah

Leaving tomorrow... well, today, actually, for a trip to the SouthLand to see a friend or two. Could be interesting. One is a former, shall we say, fling. The other I met in Germany in one of my many travels hither and yon.

The Fling, well, he's all married w/ kids now, and I have the feeling I make him distinctly uncomfortable, mostly due to some of the choices I've made in my life... some of which have landed me back here.

But I'll be on a plane in a few hours (in First Class, I might add) because I used my many, many Frequent Flier Miles to upgrade. Woo. And Hoo. Can't wait to see if they actually still serve *food* in First Class. God knows they don't in Coach.

I'll try to keep up with posting while I'm there, but I may just end up failing NaBloPoMo for November because of this trip.

Wish me luck! I really don't want to fail!