Feels Like Starting Over

I couldn't sleep last night. In addition to the regular jumble of anxiety/worry/stress that I usually have, I can't stop thinking about this John thing. His file says he's not married, but he has a child. Maybe that's what they meant when they said he was with his family. But why didn't he tell me?

John ended up spending the night, and since it's Saturday, we slept in and now he's making us breakfast. French toast.

I told him I had to sign on real quick to keep up my daily morning post, and he laughed at me. Just for that, I told him he has to leave right after we eat. Plus, I've got some work I need to get done this weeke

This is John. I am stealing Will away from this thing. Wave bye-bye, Wi

You know when you have a certain craving - say, for chocolate cake or a cigarette - and you finally get that first bite or that first drag? You know how every bite or drag after that will never be quite as good as the very first one that started you on the way to satisfying that craving? It's not the cake's fault; it's just the way it is. The last bite is never as good as the first.

I've had a bit of a dry spell, so I was really looking forward to my big evening with John. I'm happy to say that things went exactly as planned. Dinner was great, conversation was... Well, I paid attention this time and he's actually really smart and funny. (How wrong I was to judge him based on one FG joke.) By the time we got back to my place, I was sure that I'd built things up so much in my mind, there was no way this poor guy could live up to my expectations.

He did.

He surpassed them.

It's as if he were this huge, rich piece of chocolate cake and every single bite was that very first bite. And I can't believe I just wrote that. Doesn't make it any less true, however.

I bought coffee and scones for the office and I'm taking Sandy to lunch today.

I should call Peter, later, and give him all the details.

And so this entry isn't entirely about my getting laid in a most spectacular fashion, here's my thought for the day:

Okay, I have no thought for the day. I'm still thinking about the sex.

Okay, if I'm going to do this journal thing, I've decided I have to try and do a quick entry every morning with my cappucino. Share my plans for the day, share my thoughts, share any inspirational sayings I have floating around my head.

So...

And on that note, have a nice day!

I honestly don't think anyone's interested in the pile of paperwork on my desk or the fact that I'm meeting John from accounts for lunch because Sandy, my darling secretary, thinks he "likes" me. She also went into the reasons why, technically, it wouldn't be against company policy for us to date since I'm not his direct supervisor. I have my doubts, though. Not about the policy thing but more about the John thing. I once told him a joke I'd heard on Family Guy and he didn't laugh. Either he didn't get it or he didn't think it was funny. That's got to be a personality flaw.

But it's just lunch, not a date. And if things don't go well, I can have him transferred out of state.

I'm kidding.

Mostly.