I've got it! Since Francesa's unwilling to have moussaka with me (not that she turned me down but seems to like keeping me up in the air) how can she deny Ballet Folklorico? Tlaquepaque in Sedona. Coming up early next month. Will have to be very patient as she seems to be weighing the consequences. I mean, who wants to get involved with the NOTORIOUS DITZ? Told her it was because of always thinking of where I was headed next, always in a rush. Time management? Ugh. Did not mention how lately, how ever since we met I think of her almost all my waking hours. I do sleep pretty good. Then wake up... thinking of her. Is it just an abhorrent circumstance?
One morning I was sitting with one of her colleagues chatting about aspects of the business, the T&A circus. I'd only been to one in my life. After a marketing class at Glendale Community. Place was across Olive. Driving home, detoured. Went in and melded in a quiet room except for the rocking about. An woman approached and asked if I wanted a lap dance. Nope. Don't recall if I bought her a drink (I think you can't do that here.) but we did talk a little because she was English and I said she sounded Midlands. She was sweet but couldn't waste time with me. I left soon after and of course, although my interest piqued, I didn't stick around outside to ascertain whether an assignation was possible, relating as we had. Hey... no schmuck moi, right?
This is become a major 'issue' with milady.
Pub Rules: 1) Bring money 🙈 2) Friendly sex, politicks and theogistics 🙉
Last, but not least 3) Only a schmuck falls for staff 🙊 Be nice and tacit.
I must confess, two out of three ain't bad. Went on to tell the woman with Francesca, after she said booze knocks her out, that I read myself to sleep. Usually. Sometimes I'll imagine something akin to counting sheep. Like driving a destroyer in the North Atlantic on convoy duty. Then getting a brand new one in Mobile and transiting the canal, headed for the South Pacific. The course of those events. Then off Okinawa - kamikazes. I am killed. I sleep.
Won't see her again until Saturday. If they do Behaviorism 301 trivia, I am cooked.
Didn't get that far. It was always most friendly. No rough stuff ever. Even when asked.
So, humor only goes so far. She wore a some sort of a skull embossed top one evening. Truly, I was going out of my skull. Can't recall the sequence but it was mentally quite rough. A brief conversation where, somehow, penis envy was interjected. Huh? Did not see it germane to the chit-chat. Some other assertions and combined with the theater previously experienced... ready to jump on her. So I go sit down away from her. Have dinner. She never came over and plainly spoke to me. What is going on?
Deciding to leave, I passed her as she was chatting up some musicians. I was livid. Said she was a sadist. Setting me up; disappointed. Later for you! But she, as I passed, said, "Good night, my love." I felt terrible afterwards. Still not over it. Is she for real or just playing me. I just don't know and she is being very cagey. Encouraging, but wary I surmise. That situation very awkward is understatement. Just doing her job.
One morning I was sitting with one of her colleagues chatting about aspects of the business, the T&A circus. I'd only been to one in my life. After a marketing class at Glendale Community. Place was across Olive. Driving home, detoured. Went in and melded in a quiet room except for the rocking about. An woman approached and asked if I wanted a lap dance. Nope. Don't recall if I bought her a drink (I think you can't do that here.) but we did talk a little because she was English and I said she sounded Midlands. She was sweet but couldn't waste time with me. I left soon after and of course, although my interest piqued, I didn't stick around outside to ascertain whether an assignation was possible, relating as we had. Hey... no schmuck moi, right?
This is become a major 'issue' with milady.
Pub Rules: 1) Bring money 🙈 2) Friendly sex, politicks and theogistics 🙉
Last, but not least 3) Only a schmuck falls for staff 🙊 Be nice and tacit.
I must confess, two out of three ain't bad. Went on to tell the woman with Francesca, after she said booze knocks her out, that I read myself to sleep. Usually. Sometimes I'll imagine something akin to counting sheep. Like driving a destroyer in the North Atlantic on convoy duty. Then getting a brand new one in Mobile and transiting the canal, headed for the South Pacific. The course of those events. Then off Okinawa - kamikazes. I am killed. I sleep.
Won't see her again until Saturday. If they do Behaviorism 301 trivia, I am cooked.
Didn't get that far. It was always most friendly. No rough stuff ever. Even when asked.
So, humor only goes so far. She wore a some sort of a skull embossed top one evening. Truly, I was going out of my skull. Can't recall the sequence but it was mentally quite rough. A brief conversation where, somehow, penis envy was interjected. Huh? Did not see it germane to the chit-chat. Some other assertions and combined with the theater previously experienced... ready to jump on her. So I go sit down away from her. Have dinner. She never came over and plainly spoke to me. What is going on?
Deciding to leave, I passed her as she was chatting up some musicians. I was livid. Said she was a sadist. Setting me up; disappointed. Later for you! But she, as I passed, said, "Good night, my love." I felt terrible afterwards. Still not over it. Is she for real or just playing me. I just don't know and she is being very cagey. Encouraging, but wary I surmise. That situation very awkward is understatement. Just doing her job.
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