knots

i've been back in london since last thursday and jet lag is still kicking my butt. woke up around 2:30 this morning and had a hell of a time trying to fall back asleep.

it's gone past 10pm now and given my state of consciousness (or lack thereof), i don't think any studying will get done tonight. i still seem to have half a mind to blog though. :o)

i have that feeling where you need to be out of your own skin, if only for a little while. restless, itchy, wanting to scream and run around but not being able to. melancholy over youngin', stressed about pending exams...my mind and my body can't seem to settle.

i want to punch youngin' and hug him at the same time.

i was talking to a friend today and she said my problem is that i tell the guys i date too soon that it's not my intention to stay in england after i'm done my degree (it never was, it never will be). she says because it's established that i'm not going to live here permanently, it gives them the mindset that this will only be casual and that they don't have to invest their feelings in me, hence they will have fun with me for the time i'm here, but then as soon as i go back home to toronto, whether for christmas or for the summer, by the time i return they have already started dating someone else. depending on the guy they will either have told me right away (i.e. french canadian, youngin'), not at all (office boy), or only after i drag it out of them because they're too chicken shit to tell me of their own accord (i.e. londoner).

do you think this is the case? what's the point of postponing the truth, of telling them later rather than sooner that i won't be in london forever? get them in deep and then spring it on them? i don't think that's fair to the guy at all.

there's definitely a pattern to my dating but are they all connected or have i just been unlucky enough for it to happen to me four consecutive times?

my sister canuckian complained that i've been posting about boys too much lately, but i don't think i can help it. school and boys (well, a particular boy) have pretty much occupied my mind and my time since october. and do people want to read my whinging and whining about school, or about boys? :o)

i continue to have thoughts and observations about living in london and will try to write about them when i can, but at the moment everything seems hazy and grey and it's not just the bad english weather.

CET :o(

definitive proof...

...that women will never understand men and men will never understand women.

i went to see the simpsons movie on friday. it was so good! full of what felt like the best of the best simpsons jokes. i won't say much more than that because i don't want to give anything away but yeah, i enjoyed it very much.

the movie theatre was a couple of blocks away from my friend's party, the one that office boy was attending. she called me that afternoon before i went to the movies and we had a good chat; basically we agreed to hell with office boy and his insecurities; she said to come over to her place after the movie.

when i arrived i could see him in my peripheral vision but delibrately chose to acknowledge his presence only at the last possible moment. he comes up to me and gives me a hug and i'm thinking "what the fuck? don't touch me you bastard!" he was his usual arrogant, hypocritical and snarky self, chatting to me and making jokes like he wasn't revolted at seeing me at this party, the way he was just a few days earlier.

i only stayed for about an hour as i was meeting up with my sister; when i left and was walking past him, on my way out the door do you know what he does? he takes my hand and holds it for a moment before letting go. what the FUCK? what the hell is he playing at? i don't get it, i just don't get it. anyhoo, when he did that i didn't look at him and just kept on walking until he let go.

that's enough about him, ugh. time for bed.

CET :o)

khota

Dear Office Boy,

You are a dickless wonder. Yes, you.

We slept together on two separate occasions over the span of a week, almost a year ago, and you feel the need to act like this?

I will not be attending our mutual friend's party as a favour to her; she is the hostess and I do not want to add worry and discomfort to her other duties, however fun it would have been to see you squirm.

Whatever it was that I found attractive about you back then clearly does not exist.

I know they say you should never burn your bridges, but consider this one burnt to the ground beyond recognition.

Adios.

Yours very sincerely,

CET


NOTE: no i did not send this to him, however much i would have liked to; he wouldn't have understood anyway. i did however remove him from my facebook friends list, and that feels oh so good! :o)

what the fuck?

it's my lunch hour at the moment but instead of feeding my rumbling belly i am blogging because i am just slightly upset.

so i was suppose to go to a friend's housewarming tomorrow and i knew that office boy was going to be there. no big deal as it's SO in the past and he has a girlfriend anyway and i'd like to think we're both adults but i guess he proved me wrong. i spoke to my friend today and apparently when she mentioned i would be at the party he got all "weirded out" and basically made it obvious that he was not comfortable with me being there. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT? how old are we office boy, TWO?

i know you might think "well, what about your friend, she should've told him to suck it up as you're her friend as well". i forgive her because it's not so much about choosing which friend's side but more of "i don't want there to be an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room". besides, i kind of did that to her once so i suppose we are now even. there's karma for you, eh?

i just can't help shaking my head and laughing at this whole debaucle. i honestly wonder what's going through his head and why after all this time he is acting the way he's acting. he has a girlfriend, for christ's sake! oh yeah, they got back together after he shattered her ice-cold heart. whatever.

does he still think i like him? do boys think girls, once they admit their crush, will always like them - will like the boy to the end of the girl's daying days? i mean, for real? he is so full of himself if he thinks i still want him. my god, if anything now he just makes me want to puke. oh, and punch him in his stupid-ass face.

ah, feel a bit better now. off to forage for some food.

CET :o/

oh gossip!

i found out that office boy dumped his girlfriend in the most horrible way! shattered her heart into a billion pieces, poor girl.

i think i got away relatively scott-free!

CET :o)

two-date cut off, willingly or not

so i've noticed a trend in my dating experiences this past year: i don't seem to get past the two-date mark, whether i want to or not! case(s) in point:

first canadian guy: the guy i first dipped my toes into the online dating pool with. he was nice but there were no sparks on my part, especially after he was extremely late for both dates.

french canadian: okay, so we were shagging by the second date and would've continued to shag i'm sure, if he didn't start dating his still-current girlfriend. i don't begrudge him this at all (absolutely not, in fact i was glad he was so honest and open with me), but it would've been nice to have had to a few more shag-fests before he hooked up with his honey.

office boy: okay, so i never mentioned the fact that i saw him one more time after our initial "non-date" date, but anymore dates after the second were nigh on impossible as i left the country for school, oh and yes, he started dating someone else. i sometimes wonder what would've happened if i was still in toronto around that time - would we have continued to see each other or would his getting-together with his current girlfriend have happened anyway, whether i was there or not? i'm actually glad i wasn't in the city when that all went down, it was hard enough as it was dealing with it on the other side of the ocean.

scottish guy: i've already hashed the story on this blog in gory/glorious detail so i won't go into it again, needless to say his MIA status after our second date pretty much negated a third. left me baffled.

third canadian guy: i didn't mention this guy until now because again like first canadian guy, there were no sparks on my part. our first date was fun (we saw the photographer of the year exhibition at the natural history museum) but by the second date i was sure i wasn't attracted to him. well, i already knew that by the first date but i thought i'd give him another shot. not really wanting a third date at this point.

so where does this leave me? five men, ten dates later and what? i don't know. i guess all this is either a huge coincidence, some higher power's funny joke on me, or a combination of timing and lack of/no lack of chemistry. sigh. on the bright side, i have many a funny/scandalous/horrible story to tell my girlfriends, future progeny and future grand-progeny. i'm cool with that.

what are your thoughts on this? is it me?

CET :o)

new beginnings...

HAPPY NEW YEAR DEAR READERS!

after a christmas hiatus from my blog i am back! i hope everyone had a lovely holiday/christmas/hanukkah/kwanzaa/etc. and a fantastic new year!

the end of another year always brings about a bit of personal reflection; looking back on 2006, i can say that it was a very good year. i finished my first year of pharmacy school, worked a summer job that allowed me to meet wonderful people, and it even provided a bit of excitement in the romance department, albeit short-lived :o). one of my best friends got married and another six (six!) couples i know got engaged; i continued with my dragonboat racing and have made many more happy memories. second year of pharmacy school started and i couldn't be happier living where i'm living in london and with who i'm living with; i truly feel blessed!

emotionally, 2006 was much better than 2005. my heart was slighty bruised by office boy, but nothing that couldn't be mended; i continued to drool into my coffee over coffee shop hottie - he has indeed provided me with much fun and fodder for my blog :o) - and i leaped outside my comfort zone by giving a random boy my number! oh, and we mustn't forget forging new limits with french canadian :o).

anyhoo, here's to a fresh new year and clean slate of 365 days to fill with LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST!

CET :o)

moving on and glad for it

yes, it is indeed the pie house in greenwich.

cheap and good does not even begin to describe the place. it was an institution.

i found out some news today regarding office boy and i'm happy to say that i am SO OVER HIM. it's such a wonderful feeling when you realize someone is not worth your time or your tears, and that you can do SO MUCH BETTER.

i want a man that can handle being with a WOMAN.

gotta go!

CET :o)

yellow tail and jerry

after yet another incident (which i can't get into here), vij and i cracked open our bottle of yellow tail shiraz (courtesy of marvin the martian - thanks!) and drank it all, while watching "jerry maguire" on tv. jerry's arrogance and personality kind of reminded me of office boy, so i was cursing at the tv in between big gulps of red wine :o) at the end of the movie though jerry finally realizes what a doofus he is and comes around - i couldn't help but sigh and wish that was office boy and that renee zellweger's character, dorothy, was me. and can i just say how ridiculously cute that little boy is in the movie?

went to the coffee shop today and a slight turn of events - no i didn't get his name but another guy that works there - that i've seen before but not often - spoke to me! he's american and, noticing my canadian accent, asked which part of canada i was from as i was getting up to leave. there was some slight confusion for some reason as he thought i was from the west coast, with a seattle/vancouver-type accent (which i've never gotten before); i should've made more small talk with him but he caught me a bit off-guard. as for CSH, i've graduated from just "hi" to "hi, how are you?" today!

wandered around spitalfields for a bit and am now at an internet cafe/photocopying/faxing/international calls/buffet indian restaurant place - yes, i am confused as well and yes, this place actually exists - off for home soon to get cracking on some much-neglected homework.

CET :o)

you will never know

dear office boy,

you will never know about my favourite coffee shop here, with it's floor-to-ceiling wood panelling and bar top counter, over a century of wear worn into each knot and fibre; you love old buildings and architectural details and i know you would've loved this place as much as i do;

you will never know that on one particular bus route i take i pass by an outdoor sculpture by an artist that we've talked about and discussed at length, and that seeing this piece reminds me of you;

you will never know how i saw a t-shirt at camden market that i know you'd love, as the design on it was the exact same as on the poster you showed me at your apartment that morning;

you will never know how i can't look at ties and cufflinks without thinking of you; i liked picking out your tie that day and remember how you mentioned that we should go tie shopping together;

you will never know the depths of my feelings for you, which surprised me most of all; despite these feelings, i knew from the start that everything was doomed to fail;

you never promised me anything nor i to you; we had nothing between us except those moments and yet i cried and felt loss when i found out you are currently seeing someone and that it's "serious".

i hate the fact that more and more i realize "timing is everything", and yet timing is something i don't seem to have.

i hate the fact that you couldn't even tell me yourself.

i hate the fact that i put myself out there time and time again, and yet time and time again i come away bruised and battered. i take solace in the fact that despite this, i have enough courage to make myself vulnerable to people and take chances, and because of this i have no regrets.

i hate the fact that even as i type this i miss you, and want to talk/e-mail/see you when i know i won't and will not.

i hate the fact that i've always known that you don't care for me as much as i care for you, and yet my feelings continued to grow.

i don't wish you any malice or ill-will; this is just life as it happens and right now i'm just getting the short end of the stick. as always time will heal; i look forward to the day where i can look back on this fondly.

sincerely,

CET

hmmm...

i'm at the library where i should be studying and yet, surprise surprise, i'm e-mailing, chatting and blogging on the internet. why do i even bother to kid myself?

so...i've realized lately that i like someone a lot more than i thought i did...i don't like this fact at all, because i'm pretty sure it's not reciprocal. needless to say i'm a wee bummed out about it. i mean really though, what was i expecting, another long distance relationship? HELL no, not if i can help it! actually, i wasn't expecting anything at all, only now i feel like i do want something more. what? i don't know. more? yes. all very cryptic i know, but that's how i've been feeling as of late.

i think i need to make a trip to the coffee house, perhaps at the end of this week, to get my mind off this...

had lunch today with an old co-worker and got caught up on all the gossip. i had a chocolate bread and butter pudding with vanilla cream that was YUH-UH-UMM-MMY, oh yes...am definitely going back for some more at some point!

going to capoeira class tonight - have missed the last two due to business woman's visit - am looking forward to it very much as have desparately missed the exercise. my ankle is STILL slightly wonky from the fall during halloween weekend so must take it easy today. there's a big afro-dance/capoeira workshop going on this saturday that i might partake in, though the lord mayor's show is on the same day and time as well.

have recently discovered the wonders of facebook - good god i didn't know how popular it is! - is anyone else on it? i'm not so addicted to it yet but i know people who are. all this wall-to-wall messaging and photo-tagging, another highly-effective time-waster...

CET :o)

book, phone and beauty

book: so i ended up choosing option number 1 - girlwithaonetrackmind's book signing in angel. i got to the bookstore a bit early and so bought the book and read for a bit. in all honesty i must say i like her blog much better than the book so far, but i will hold off on judgement until i'm done. she read a few passages from her book and then answered some questions before signing; i thought it hilarious that they put her right beside the children's section of the bookstore - it is a sex memoir, after all - but she handled the evening with humour, grace and charm. and i must say, she is quite beautiful - not in the boring, skinny, archetype-of-beauty-thrust-in-your-face-by-the-media-way - but in a wonderfully curvaceous, real-woman way. she has really nice breasts!

i did speak to her when she signed my book; i have a tendency to clam up and come across like a total idiot in front of famous/semi-famous people, but i did manage to squeak out my name (which she thought was pretty) and congratulate her on her success and how she's managed being "outed" by the media very well. i hope i didn't sound too stupid!

went to kiwigirl's for a debrief afterwards, then headed home for dinner...

phone: after my dinner of a turkey ham and pickle sandwich along with some weetabix (dinner of champions), i thought i'd surpise a friend in t.o. by calling her out of the blue. she was at work (poor girl, spending every night this week at work until 10pm or later!) - she told me to hold on for a second and then suddenly, a deep, male voice came on the phone and said "hello?" it was office boy! my first reaction was to laugh and laugh and laugh - he was a tad bit confused, as he didn't recognize my laugh - so i said "it's me you idiot." we then had a pretty good chat, of which i'm very happy about.

beauty: i don't know what it is, but london seems very beautiful today. i woke up to clouds and rain, but it cleared by the time i left the house. the mottled clouds, in various shades of grey, against a background of emerging blue sky and sunshine, really struck me as i walked to my bus stop.

my bus route to school takes me through the heart of the financial district; a huge flock of pigeons flew by as i passed by the royal exchange. the arc of the birds' flight, to the top of the exchange with its victorian architecture, made for a dazzling sight.



CET :o)

one lap, two lap...

marvin the martian bailed on running last night and kiwigirl wanted to run later than usual, so i ended up doing laps around the park in front of my school for about forty minutes last night! i must say i'm pretty proud of myself for having that much discipline :o). i alternated between running a few laps and walking a few laps - definitely more my pace and my style. and i didn't hurt so much today, yay!

okay, so i caved and e-mailed office boy again. he sent me an e-mail right before i left canada that kind of did my head in; i sent a reply and have not heard from him since. i e-mailed him yesterday just letting him know how i was and asking how he was doing, i mean, he did say he was looking forward to hearing about me and london, right? sigh. it's times like these that i wish i could bundle up all my emotions and throw them in the garbage can!

off for home as my landlord's coming by with my new curtains. no more changing in the living room!

CET :o)

it wouldn't be london without the rain

holy torrential downpour batman! seriously. jeans were soaked from the cuffs to my ass. and my ass is not droopy. and that was WITH an umbrella.

flat hunting day one: saw an okay place, a studenty place, then a really great place but a bit far for my liking. i was in the greenwich area around lunchtime so i stopped for a lovely helping of pie in my most favourite place in london after the coffee shop near spitalfields - well, they're more tied for first but anyway - goddard's pie house near the cutty sark. mmm mmm mmm, chicken and mushroom pie with a side of mash and near waterfall of gravy. the mash was a little bland today but the pie was oh so good. their desserts are where it's at though; a blackcurrent and apple pie, along with a rhubarb pie, made its way home with me today (they will be gone as soon as i am done this post).

walking in the rain, though wet, is thoroughly enjoyable; it was one of the things office boy and i had in common. oh office boy, sigh. i really need to move on - seriously! and canuckian, don't leave a comment like "yeah get over him, for real!" because I KNOW! love and miss you canuckian :o)

okay, i've been staring at the computer for long enough, willing an email from office boy to appear. off to eat pie.

holy, the torrential rain is starting up again! it's SO loud, banging on the windows!

CET :o)

pond skipping

many thoughts and emotions are running through my head and heart tonight...in 48 hours i will be leaving on a jet plane, ready to tackle another year of school and general craziness.

high school reunion: it was a lot less painful than i expected! i had a really good time chatting with just about everyone in the room; no one's changed much physically in the last ten years. i don't know what i was expecting but it was quite comforting to see everyone remain relatively the same, perhaps a bit paunchier than the last time i saw them. however, two people saw me and didn't recognize me at all - i wonder what that means? i hope it's a good thing and not a bad thing; my god-awful bangs/fringe are gone so i'll say it's a good thing :o) everyone's doing quite well for themselves, and it was great catching up with them all.

i've spent this week running around town everyday, having lunches, coffees and dinners with friends i haven't seen all year. there never seems to be enough time. when you were young the days stretched on endlessly; now there's always something that needs to get done, someone to see, something on your checklist to tick off, along with the millions of other things that need to get done, people to see, items to check off. growing up and responsibility sucks!

i've been spending the afternoons just wandering around the city, wrapping it around me like a thick, warm blanket. i walk the streets letting the sights, sounds and smells absorb into my skin. i don't want to lose the feeling of my toronto. i know, i know, i'm off to oh-so-exciting london, which it is (!), but my heart belongs here. this feeling has to last me until the next time i'm home, so i'm trying to gather as much of this feeling as i can.

i guess i'm also a little frustrated at how people can find their way under your skin, whether or not you want them there, and try as you might you can't shake loose of them. i don't like knowing someone has a hold over you; they're distant and casually nonchalant while you...you...you wish you were a stronger person.

CET

the details (almost)

so the 'date' went really well on tuesday, i was pleasantly surprised! i met him at work (out of sight of our co-workers, hee hee); we took the subway down to st andrew and had dinner at a little italian bistro somewhere along king. the wine was flowing as was the conversation; i was being really flirty but i didn't care, i mean, why the hell not? as my sister's friend jobyl says in her blog (thegiantisverybig.blogspot.com), it's the SUMMER OF OPPORTUNITY, and now's the time to SEAL THE DEAL!

after dinner we headed to roy thompson hall to watch the film. the director of the film, patrice leconte, and one of the film's two stars, dany boon, were there, and each said a few words before the start of the film. wonderful french accents and very funny. the film itself (mon meilleur ami) was sweet, funny and delightful, with the best ending i've seen in films in a while. i don't know if it'll have a widespread release but if you can see it when it comes out, be sure to! okay, so i know you're reading this post not giving a shit about the film, and are wanting the gory details, right? here it goes...

so after the film he suggested a drink somewhere to top off the evening. it was raining a bit and he was holding my umbrella for me as i held onto his arm; we wandered around the city for a while, looking for a bar and just chatting in the meantime. can i just tell you how romantic the setting was??? walking in the rain, the buildings all lit up, their tops obscured by cloud against a nighttime sky...we wandered amongst some public art pieces and i thought "jesus christ i want to kiss him right now!" but i didn't of course, as there were really no outward signs that he wanted the same. anyhoo...

we found a bar and had a drink; it was during this time that i found out that he refers to me as his 'office wife' - someone you have lunch with, coffee breaks with, who you talk to everyday, and is the first person you turn to when something crappy happens at the office. i thought that was very sweet!

okay, i know you'll all hate me for doing this, but i'm going to end this post here; anyone who wants further details must e-mail me directly! even though this blog is about my life, i want to keep some things private you know! besides, i have to get ready for my ten year high school reunion, EEK! time to put on my 'grosse pointe blank' cd...

CET :o)

well that was unexpected...

before i begin i'd like to welcome the co-workers who are now aware of my blog. no, you are not the only one that knows and yes, i will hunt you down and strangle you if you breathe about this to anyone at work! JC Chavez, Office Biatch and ADD, welcome!

so friday was my last day of work...many drinks were consumed and much merrymaking took place. yes, i did hug my crush really, really tight but no, nothing more happened, until...

...i called him later that night when i was out with some friends who were in town for just the evening - i was asking about directions to a bar that i know he frequents regularly. NO, it wasn't because i wanted to stalk him (i know what you're thinking), it was seriously because i needed to know where to go. anyhoo, at the end of our conversation, out of the blue, he asks if we can hang out before i leave for england. alarms sounded off in my head but i was too tipsy to really react; all i said was "sure, will do, bye!"

so i called him today and we made plans to see a movie (t.o. film fest) on tuesday. it's funny because i thought i was pretty much over him, as i thought i would never see him again after friday night, and nothing had happened up until this point so really, what's the point? now all this has happened and my feelings are flying all over the place, yet again. argh! as Office Biatch said tonight, "can't shake what the heart doesn't want to".

don't worry, i will keep you posted!

in other CET news, this weekend was the GWN dragonboat challenge. have i mentioned before that i paddle? well, saturday was a washout because:

a) i was hungover
b) it was grey, rainy and dreary
c) paddling in crappy weather sucks
d) paddling while hungover sucks even more
e) i was hungover
f) did i mention i was hungover???

we did make up for it today though, as we finished first in our semi-final and then second in our division final, WOOHOO! i am so beat now it's not even funny; we paddled our butts off.

okay, i know this post isn't as witty and funny as my usual stuff (ha ha ha) but i'm sure you can forgive me given my weak physical state. must go to bed and dream of what might happen on tuesday...

CET :o)

lots

i'm in a weird kind of mood today; this weekend is the first weekend since the summer started in which i do not have anything planned, AT ALL. not a single thing scheduled. a part of me is happy because i finally get to relax; another part of me feels restless, like i should be doing something, keeping busy, distracting myself from my thoughts. i don't like the fact that i feel like this.

i've been reading william leith's 'the hungry years; the confessions of a food addict'; it was published last summer and i had bought it then for the plane ride to london; needless to say i didn't read much of it on the plane or even off, so here i am a summer later finally getting my nose into it. it's a great book so far; it details his life of binge eating and yo-yo dieting, not to mention the drugs, alcohol and sex. written in a stream-of-consciousness style that's actually not annoying to read, i find the way he thinks about food absolutely fascinating. click here to read an interview he did with the observer.

developments in the 'crush' saga:

a) i slapped his bum this week (very 'cheeky' of me, i know); damn, he has got a NICE ass.
b) i found out the girl he's 'sort of' seeing actually does exist and - get this - she's asian, like me. fuck.
c) he flirts like a friggin' mofo...girlfriend or not, he'll flirt with anything that moves.
d) i hate the fact that i'm one of the people he flirts with, and the fact that i enjoy it.

last week my family and i were at a neighbourhood chinese restaurant having peking duck (yes, it was orgasmic); we were reminiscing about when we first moved to canada and were living in my aunt's house in downtown toronto. canuckian and i were young then, only 3 or 4; my mom was recounting how we were bawling, kicking and screaming at the top of our lungs when they brought us to daycare for the very first time. the daycare was located at the end of our street, only a few steps from our house but man, did we cause a ruckus or what, so much so that before our second day of daycare, they got us all dressed and ready to go the night before so when we woke up the next day they could just pick us up and run to the daycare before we had a chance to put up a fight!

other memories:

- the room we shared with our two cousins, complete with star wars curtains, sheets and comforters;
- the creak of the stairs and the long wooden bannister;
- the best porch in the world, with it's many layers of grey paint;
- skipping rope on the street in front of our house;
- going to the one chinese restaurant we always went to, all the time, with its little garden and fountain in front;
- buying the fake plastic gold rings with the fake gems made especially for little girls like me, in the convenience store next door to the restaurant;
- feeling like a million bucks wearing a fake gold ring, complete with adjustable band;
- eating my favourite donut, hawaiian, in my aunt's kitchen;
- chewing away all the sprinkles and leaving the donut part for my aunt to eat.

CET :o)

my crush proposed to me...sort of

no he wasn't on bended knee and no, he did not have a diamond ring, but i said yes! let me explain:

we had lunch together this week and after lunch we were walking around when he said he wanted to check out an event space in our building - apparently it's suppose to be very pish posh and beautiful. on our way there we realized we had to come up with a reason/lie in order to be allowed in; i said we should pretend we're here on behalf of our company, looking into event spaces for a corporate function. he agreed with me but then after a while he said "we should pretend that we're engaged to be married." WHAT??? i laughed and asked if this meant that i'd have to convert to his religion, or whether he should convert to mine.

we finally got to the floor where the elevator up to the event space was located. we entered the elevator (we were the only ones) and pressed the button; the doors closed and then...nothing. we weren't moving, but the doors weren't opening! we were laughing and pressing all the buttons, trying to get something to work; we were also wondering how we would explain this to our co-workers when we got back. if i was more suave i would've said something suggestive, which would have led to him grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me passionately (ha ha, in my fantasies!), but i am about as suave as an acne-infested, pre-pubescent nerd, and it didn't even DAWN on me to saying something like that, so we continued to laugh and press buttons instead. he then mentions that i don't have a diamond ring on my left ring finger so we might not be able to pass it off; again i made a joke of the situation and said "what, no diamond? what kind of a girl do you think i am?" we then tried the 'door open' button again and the elevator doors finally parted. sigh.

yes i know, i said i wouldn't post anything about him unless it was a significant development, but don't you think a proposal of marriage is?

CET :o)

evidence i am not a morning person

the skirt i wore yesterday was on backwards, as was my shirt today. when did i notice? when i got home from work, after the day was done. did i myself even notice it? no, my mother and sister did. can you tell from this example that i am not a morning person? yes.

funny thing is a co-worker complimented me on my skirt, even though it was on backwards!

i find this hilarious/telling: canuckian and i ransacked the cupboards tonight for a late-night snack; we came across a box of fortune cookies (i don't even know how we came about these, as you would normally NEVER find fortune cookies in my house) and one of my fortunes tonight (as i ate many) said "you will become better acquainted with a co-worker", HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...don't i wish! that fortune had better come true, and with a particular co-worker, STAT!

CET :o)