Yesterday was my first day back in the office. Shell-shock to say the least. My vacation was amazing, life changing, eye opening, and pretty much perfect. I went to Italy. I returned. I drove to Seattle for a rendezvous. I returned. "What??" you ask. "You drove to Seattle??"...
* Flirtatious banter is my favorite. There is something so exciting about the chase. I am a huge sucker for butterflies and love nothing more than feeling the unmistakable twinge of a good old-fashioned crush. Obviously, this is referring to "The Boy". We decided to take our banter on the road and meet halfway for an evening. So, I booked a room, shaved my legs and drove 2.5 hours. Yes, this routine-driven planner dropped everything to be spontaneous - and I LOVED every minute of it.
Now I just need to NOT drunkenly text him stupid shiz. I need to be more alluring. More elusive. More...more...more UNAVAILABLE. I might be notorious for "dating like a guy" but I get to some point where my estrogen kicks in. I am brazenly unemotional, unattached...until I'm not. It's not good. I need to lock myself in a padded room and unplug all things related to communication. Every single one of us has made this mistake - and it's cringe worthy every single time. The flirtatious banter I love so much takes on a wine-soaked pathetic tone and no one likes a needy sot. I'm not saying this point has been reached yet in this particular situation - because I believe it hasn't - I am just sayin' it has happened. Right? Eff. Officially beginning Operation Emotionally Back Peddle.
