I'm pretty tired and it's been a long day. I'm sitting here watching the new Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. This party for a 4 year old is costing like $50,000. That's just ridiculously incredible and just horribly irresponsible. I mean, I'm pretty awful with money because I love clothing, but this is just so stupid.
The lunch date was nice. Nothing to write home about just yet but he opened doors for me, including the car door, and payed. I think I was awkwardly nervous because I felt like I was talking a hell of a lot. I guess that's just what happens when you first start getting to know someone. I also can really see the age difference, and one major red flag is that he's been here forever, but has very few friends. So I'm just taking it for what it is, a nice guy. And he said that I was pretty. Honestly, it's the little things.
Tomorrow I go in to drop off my badges and then chat quickly with my boss about my feedback that he's given. Sigh, one thing coming to a close. I hope I get this one opportunity with my company working in Rosslyn. I hope I hope I hope.
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Well, I'm married to a nice guy who paid for everything for a really long time and told me I was pretty on the first date, and really...it is the little things. And he was 36 when we met and never been married. I could have read a LOT into that, but honestly, he just worked a lot. I mean...a LOT. That's all he ever did. So, let's say your Boy Charming works a lot and doesn't have a crapton of time for socializing. That is way better than thinking he has murdered all of his former friends and they are now buried under the mall. Yes? Hope the last day at work doesn't ruin your mascara. ;)
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