Oh my, too much time since my last post. Here is a big long post to make up for it.
The big news is that I got a great job and have left the chief bitching officer and her psychotic sidekick behind. I'm free to pursue a new role as a team lead (that's right, now I'm some poor soul's manager) on internal communication for the second largest organization at the multinational corporation I call home. This rules.
Then there's the bad news...we had a weekend away with my sister and my two brothers who are not in jail and it sucked. Royally. Here are some actual quotes:
"You're an idiot if you don't lie to your lawyers."
"I asked you a simple question but you don't want to answer it. That's because you're a woman."
"You live in your own little world."
If you think we argued, you're entirely correct. We argued a lot and eventually my oldest brother pounded his fists on the table, stood up so that his chair rocketed and crashed against the back wall, screamed at his kids to get in the car, and left without another word. And yes, in case you're wondering, I made the comment that led to his dramatic behavior. And yes, yes, we aren't speaking.
And then there is good news. The work on the outside of the house in Tahoe is done and all of you on the Internet will be treated to a before/after comparison photo as soon as I get the urge to drive over there again. It might be a couple of weeks...stay tuned.
I am on date number 16 with regard to Internet dates. Here's the update:
16. Josh the Plumber...he's a cross between Kevin Marshall and Vic Chesnutt...plays the clarinet, saxophone, flute, and about a hundred other instruments...has some kind of Vic Chesnutt southern twang even though he grew up right here in SF...sweet, sweet guy. I've hung out with him a few times and I think he's pretty great. But as a boyfriend? I'm not feeling it. :(
15. Doug the Recently Divorced, Bitter About Selling the House Guy...billed himself as an ex-punk rocker...I need to read more closely in these email exchanges because it turns out the guy's taste in music runs closer to Anne Murray these days and we all know that won't do for me. He's also unemployed and seems to still be in love with his ex-wife (who left him for someone else, taking their 5 y.o. son and light of Doug's life). This was a bad, bad date.
14. Matthew the Pediatrician...this is the guy you wish you could see as a stone fox but I found him puffy and effeminate. He's wonderful, though. Matthew does magic tricks for sick kids to make them laugh. He spent the first few years after undergrad organizing a non-profit childcare center in Seattle, and then went to medical school. He's smart and funny and makes sure you're comfortable. He's a good date. But am I attracted to Matthew? Nope, not a bit.
13. David the A&M Guy...I believe I wrote about David before, but here's how our second date went: I cried. Real tears. I was stressed out and he has trouble with boundaries. I wore a skirt and he kept putting his hand on my leg, even when I told him in very clear words not to put his hand on my leg, that wasn't kosher. He laughed like he thought it was funny. Then he tried to pull me in and kiss me. I felt violated. I didn't have the strength to get angry, and I cried. We didn't go out again.
So that brings us up to date on my Internet dating life. The only other thing to add is that I sent Keith an email last week to wish him a happy birthday. That's the first time I've reached out to him since we split up (July 05), and I did it because I want to know what's going on with him. He called me a few days later...it was a bit of a shock to hear his voice on my voicemail and it made my heart skip several beats. He still has a pull for me, apparently.
I called him back the following morning and left a message on his phone. Now the irony kicks in, because for about 24 hours I was all nostalgic about Keith, remembering the good times I had with him and thinking I want to see him again. But I left him the message on Friday morning and it's Monday afternoon and he hasn't called again.
In case I had forgotten what it was like dealing with Keith and his phone-calling silences! Aaaarrrrrgh! But I do still have a huge soft spot for Keith...you should have heard his message...he thanked me for my email, called it a birthday present. My heart still breaks for Keith.
