Well, today I'm to decide if everyone I see is the possible One that I am meant to share my life with forever and ever in lovey dovey bliss. Thus far, I've discovered that it is very difficult to gaze into the eyes of commuters. Pesky stop lights. Also, I've pretty much established my heterosexuality (thanks, Juliez)- But the day is young! And, although I love my job, I am not in love with either my CFO or my President. Which is probably a good thing, seeing as how they are married and my bosses.
I stayed up too late last night reading Riding Lessons (by Sara Gruen, author of the fantabulous novel Water for Elephants). Which I think explains the weird ass dreams I was having about work: The infamous Molly was hired on to replace Myrna, and one of the Chris' was falsely accused of huffing coke because he had powdered creamer on his sleeve. I need more sleep, but I won't be getting any... I'm going to a Trace Adkins and Toby Keith concert tonight! So, I guess I'll be gazing longingly at cowboys all night - I don't think I'll have a problem with that, though.
As for the rest of the weekend, I'm headed to Manitou Springs tomorrow for the Craft Lager Festival with Nancy, Heather, TJ, Chaz, Steve and maybe Larry. It should be fun and entertaining! We will drink lots of beer and probably get a bit of a sunburn - But it'll be so worth it. Then, Sunday, my new beau should be back in town from his brush with Texas, so hopefully I'll get to see him that evening. :0D
2:45pm
So, I had to go to Bulk Mail today. And, although Andy insists that I must have a mailman uniform fetish, it is not so. I gazed and oggled, but found the general populice out of my perfered age realm. But, then, am I supposed to ignore age in this quest? Throw all social norms to the wind? I find, that instead of precisely gazing, I'm instead making critical and biased snap-judgements of people. It also does not help that I work in an area that is mostly well-off middle-aged white men. Although, the thought did cross my mind that if perhaps I looked like Barbie, maybe I'd change what I'm looking for in a man. Or, at least looks-wise. And, so this entire activity flop comes down to the fact that I have trouble gazing with loving eyes when I'm having a fat psm-day. Meh.
2 Days Later
I didn't meet the love of my life, but I sure saw some cute cowboys at the Toby Keith concert! Yehaw! (Me, Jennifer & Lisa)
~ Laura
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