I'm Wearing My Superwoman Tights

Nights like tonight, I'm glad I'm single. I just got home from a longish day selling stuff at one of my 3 jobs, an outdoor recreation retail establishment, which isn't a bad way to spend the day, but damn I feel like an old lady with my aching back and feet!

The second I got home, I put on my "my roommate's not home, I'm keeping the thermostat at 65" pajamas: thick bright blue tights, scrubs, a navy blue silk undershirt, and an orange tshirt. I'll probably throw on my green wool socks and sherpa hat before the night is over. Now, come on, who wouldn't want to fall in love with and marry THAT?!

On the agenda tonight?
1) eat Thanksgiving leftovers (I finally ran out of Honey Nut Cheerios)
2) get some work done for one of my other 3 jobs (coordinating stuff)
3) laundry
4) hot cider with rum
5) 13 Going On 30
6) bed by midnight (or else I'll turn into a horrible bitchy woman in the morning)

See? I've got no time for a man in my life. At least not tonight . . .

Please Let There Be A Next Time

Somehow I need to figure out a regular blogging schedule. I suppose that finding time to write is a little like finding time to eat breakfast. Except that I can't grab my computer and write on the way to work like I can a can of "delicious" SlimFast.

Anywho, tonight I went to dinner with a friend and couldn't stop smiling the whole way home. Yes, this friend happens to be a guy and I happen to rather enjoy spending time with him. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until just after he moved 4 states and 12 hours away, which makes spending time with him very difficult. Thank goodness for holidays and that his family is all still here, so he visits occassionally.

The last time he came home, everyone wanted to see him and the most I got was a group lunch where he sat barely within shouting distance, but this time I got him all to myself over a wonderful pasta dinner. Just like when I visited him up north, we talked for hours. HOURS! I don't do that! I am incapable of carrying on conversation with anyone for that long, being an introvert and living in my own world more often than not. But this particular friend? Well, he seems to bring out something different in me and I like it. I like having rambling, meandering conversations that look like the branches of an old oak tree or a river that just keeps on going and never stops. I think we could have talked all night, at least I know I could have and I'd like to think he felt the same way. Even as I drove home I kept thinking of things I meant to ask him about but will have to save until we talk again. Sadly he had to make it an early night so that he can run a race tomorrow morning, but I have hope that there will be a "next time."

It's an odd feeling not to be obsessing over someone, but rather just enjoying their company and never wanting the conversation to end. To not want to rush things or get ahead of myself, but instead let things marinate and see where they go, if they go anywhere at all. To end the night with a hug and a "see you in a few days" and get in the car with a contented sigh and dreamy smile.