I woke up on The Hottie's floor after only 2
hours of sleep in a fog of a whiskey hangover. I grabbed my shoes and left,
knowing I would need to get back home, change, fix my hair and makeup and be
back on the road in about 30 minutes. On my way to the office, I called my mom
and told her what happened. I was in a bad state of emotion after The Hottie and I’s conversation only a few hours prior. My feelings for him were definite
and in full swing. My hopes were up that he would leave his girlfriend and
realize what he’d been missing with me. I kept trying to hold back, but there
was nothing he said or did that set off a red flag to be cautious and not get
attached. The chemistry between has always been strong, but now it was
undeniably strong. The guilt of having this relationship with someone and
having them in a cheating position made me feel horrible, but I felt like it
was the absolute right thing for me to do. My feelings for him were stronger than ever. But, I knew what I wanted and I was willing to wait a
little bit. I wanted him. I’d wanted him since the night we met. I was only
scared that the situation wouldn’t be “too good,” but “too good to be true” and I’d
end up hurt. Again.
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…).
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