Diary of a Wom'n

So it was a Law Conference for blacks that he attended with his friends and he stayed at a hotel.  He came with 3 of his friends by car.

On Friday, I met him around 6 at the hotel.  He was there waiting for me at the lobby with Jean Jacque, the one whose phone he was using to contact me.  Then we went up to his suite where I met his roomate, Israel.  There Dj and I talked for a bit.

Then, we went out for dinner together with the friends he came with.  They are the funniest people I've met.  They were fun, always had a story to tell and very kind.  One, Jean Jacque was totally uninhibited and I loved the way he spoke with his West African accent (although nothing beats Nigerian accent).  Carroll was also out there, very funny and very cute.  He could articulate himself very well in English. 

After dinner, we went back to his hotel, and I stayed there until half past 12 before I went home.

On Saturday, I saw him again, and this time they had a gala event that evening.  I didn't know that it was a gala until I got.  I had thought it was a simple dinner but it was a formal black tie event.  And what was I wearing?  Well it wasn't formal wear.  I saw all the ladies wearing dresses and they were so made up.  Anyway, the gala was at Eaton Centre and I drove Dj, Israel and the president of the convention, Carrie, to the place.  The weather was terrible but we made it (we should've seriously taken a taxi.  The treachorous weather, all the parking fees wasn't worth it.  Also, we could've all chipped in at the end instead of me having to pay for it all.  I was annoyed about that).  Once there, I was pissed that as a guest, I had to pay $70 to get in.  Whatever.  I got a meal out of it.  I should have lied and said that I didn't have money when she asked.  What could she do, turn me away and say I need to leave?  I drove her there after all.  I can never think on my toes.  Dj wasn't happy that I had to pay.  Twice he said that he wanted to pay me back.  The second time, he asked for my account info in order to deposit money into it to make up for the gala.

Something I found interesting was all those I met at the conference were all from West Africa -- Benin, Togo, Ivory Coast, Mali, Camaroon, Sierra Leonne. It was really wonderful. I guess this profession is very appealing to West African people. I think I was the only one from the East. They also all spoke French, except for Carrie.


After the gala we went back to his hotel and I stayed over that night until the next morning (today).  I got to know him a lot better after that.  He told me what he wants in a woman and about his past girlfriends and why he broke up with them.  It gave me a good picture about the type of person he is.

That's the just of it.  I'll fill in the gaps tomorrow.  But I want to add what I learned from these past two nights:
    1. do better on thinking on my toes
    2. get other people to drive wherever possible

GW

My pen-pal from a couple of years ago is visiting Toronto in March and he says he'd like to meet me. I'm happy that I will get to see him because I never thought I ever would. I never expected circumstances to turn out like this considering he was living in Czech at the time. But I'm glad it did because now I'm curious as to how far this will go.


GW

Last weekend I had a fit of panic where I thought I caused some trauma to my top molar and was worried that I may have damaged the nerve to the point of no repair. I was so panicked that I spent all day Sunday scouring the internet for either confirmation or reassurance of my worries - of which I found none. A week and a dentist visit later, I found that no damage has been done. I just have to let my tooth recover from the movement caused by the tight retainer. It was my fault for squeezing that thing in there and it caused my tooth to become loose after a few days. But now it seems to have gotten slightly better.


GW

So I was talking about Salima last week.  Well, she is still pining over him like he's her only chance in life.  She's hoping that he'll suddenly realize that he does love her and take her back.  I urged her to reduce the amount of times she texts or communicates with him.  This week she was able to refrain from texting him for 3 days.  Normally she would contact him every two days or so.  The worrying thing is that she is the one always initiating conversations, never him.  I don't like that.  Anyway, I think it's best for her if she forces herself to quit talking to him and move on.  She'll definitely continue to think about and care about him but being involved in a non-relationship with someone who doesn't want to commit to you isn't healthy.

GW

Appearances can be so deceiving.  On the outside, a person can look so together, aloof, strong.  On the inside, the total opposite.

I had dinner with Salima after work and we got to talking about her relationship troubles.  She's in love with a man who doesn't feel she's the one for him.  In her description, he's almost a perfect human being - thoughtful, sensitive, strong.  But he doesn't see her in her future sadly.  So when he broke up with her before the holidays, it was hard on her.

I'll talk about this more tomorrow.  Going to sleep.

GW

Roses are red...voilets are...it doesn't matter because I haven't stopped to smell either this year.

It wouldn't be an understatement to say the year has went by very fast.  Apartements have been bought, permanent jobs have been secured and with more things on the way, who has time for roses?  I like that things have been fast-paced.  It gives me very little time to be bored or start thinking about depressing things.

I think it's been a fulfulling year all in all.  In addition to the new job and apartment, I'm particularily thrilled about getting back into the groove of reading for the fun of it.  And the book that did the trick was The Hunger Games.

To be quite cliche, I want to make a New Year's resolution.  For 2011, I want to spend more time with my friends.  This year, I kind of strayed away from them to put more energy into my work.  This time, I want to balance things out and connect with them again.

The second resolution is to dress with class for work.  I want to step it up a notch and look good more often than not.

GW

There are days where I revile my job so much one hour, and love it the next. 

Like Saturday.  I got to see Harrison again.  I was off for the month of November.  And Saturday was my first day back.  When Harrison saw me, he was pleasantly happy to see me.  "Heeeey" he expressed to me, brandishing the biggest smile I've gotten from him yet.  "How are you?" he asked with a genuine interest, his bulging arms and powerful legs making their way to the table.  Has he gotten more beefy over this past month? 

He wants to tell me he misses me.  That all he could think about there in my absence was me.  And that it took a lot of restraint to keep himself from giving me a hug upon seeing me again.  I want to tell him I'm happy to see him again too.  And happy to toss secret glances at each other again.  But I pass the moment with "How've you been?" and "What's new" and avoid anything that is too personal - that's dangerous territory.

I love the way he's so intelligent, and shows a lot of committment to his work.  He doesn't waste time or act like an idiot like guys usually do.  He's got it all together.  He doesn't seem to need to figure himself out.  He already knows himself.  He's self-assured and so naturally confident.

He's definitely somebody special.

GW