The hangover was miserable at work…bad enough not to be able to finish my breakfast. After a 9:00 meeting, I left the office to go work at home in sweatpants with a blanket and a tall glass of water. Withing 5 minutes of me walking in the door, I got a text from The Hottie: “Hows work?? How are you feeling? :/”
He was thinking about me.
Nothing else very interesting today happened. I texted back and forth with The Hottie until bedtime (at 8:30 because I was so exhausted). Got an email from David wanting to check in (which I ignored…I didn’t join a match.com to make friends). Still no conversation with Pete (I’m ridiculously blasé about this…maybe I’m not all that interested as I thought I was…).