Diary of a Wom'n

There's so much truth to that, I tell you. Last night I went to dinner with an old pal of mine from uni., Siva. He hasn't quite gotten over his ex. They had a horrible break-up. He just wouldn't let go when she tried to break it off and now, although a lot better, seems to drive off the road sometimes. And imagine possibilities of her coming back. Sure there's a possibility but he can't put his life on hold for a possibility that may or may not make itself available.

Anyway, when he wasn't reminiscing about the good ol' days, we laughed and laughed. He showed me a new program he developed in a couple of weeks as well as a training package which his company will be using next week, I think he said. He's given the program to his company which they will start implementing internally. Very impressive stuff. I teased him about whether or not he was going to hug me before I met up with him. He used to be the type of guy who wouldn't even touch another girl when he used to be with his gf. It cracked me up. He was uber-committed to her and she treated him like dirt in the end.

The cutest thing that night was our waiter thought we were an item and she says to him, when he was off paying for the bill, "You two are a very happy couple."

Aww. That would make us an oxymoron, though. We were too happy and easy-going with each other to be an item.

I didn't tell him about my own personal problems. I didn't want to open up that floodgate. Besides, the less I talk about it, the less significant it will seem to me, I think. I did talk about it to Sancha though. She called me the minute I parked my car at work. I told her what happened (I wasn't intending to but since she asked)--she always knows just what to say to make even Antonio Banderas look like pig feed.

We've made plans, Siva and I, to meet again to watch a movie together. There's a few good ones out I believe.

I hate my job ever so much! J is looking into the publishing thing for me. I hope he's gathered useful info. He's so good to me. He reminds me of Ira in so many ways. Except Ira was less talkative and boring. Sometimes I miss the way Ira loved me so much. He was always there for me. He put things aside to be with me when I ask him to. He respected me and put me on a pedestal even when I didn't deserve it. But, inspite of it all, I didn't love him like I wanted to love him. I wasn't mad about him. There was no chemistry throughout.

I had a "Rachel" moment with my boss yesterday (or was it Monday?) He was fidgeting with the door to lock it from the inside b/c he was about to step out and I step a little forward and I may have stuck my hand out or something b/c he came forward to hug and kiss me. We have done that before but this time it was weird b.c there was no reason for us to do that. Hilarious.

I still haven't signed up for that French class. I've been coming home so late lately, I haven't had time. I also haven't been able to practice some French with the books I brought, for that matter. But nevertheless, I'm super exited about the France venture I may get to have next spring to teach English there.

Lately I've been seriously considering taking up piano classes again and continue where I left off. The only thing holding me back is the fact that I work virtually from dawn to dusk. Where the hell could I squeeze in some time to practice during the week? The last time I even touched my piano was MONTHS ago. I could wake up an hour early but that would cut into my sleeping time. I think I'll try it tomorrow and see if I could do it.

I should get back to work. I feel like scrooge when I'm here. Scrooge was mean and always had a scowl on his face. I hope my own scowl doesn't become permanent like his!

GW