red and irritated...and dreamy

Oh this weather.

Good news is my air conditioning will be fixed tonight.

Bad news is that it's going to be a normal temp tomorrow. Later tonight even. Oh well. I survived, it's lovely at work, my burn hurts like hell, bra wearing is optional (although not in my case) as the straps rub the burn, but I'll live. My poor dogs at home, there are windows opened, but I'm worried about them. I may ask the dog walker to check on them for me.

I'm still gaga headed over the hockey hottie. It was as though he never left for a few months, we started right off where we left off. My friends left us alone, we were deep in conversation, although I was nervous as hell and probably drank a few too many g & t's. Oh and I ordered everyone shots, but I was a happy bunny. Note that I think he's shy, well I know he's shy, as am I, so NEVER, except legs under the table and arms touching because we were deep in conversation, never has he put a hand on me until Friday, when he was leaving rubbing my back and arms. And me grinning at him like a goof, with my friend L's voice in my head going "attack, attack now!!!!!". And then he left, turning around to smile at me again.

No TD, no kiss. It's rough with 2 very shy people, let me tell you (and if you met me you would NEVER peg me for shy, but with a guy whose company I enjoy? Oh man.)

So, I wanted to make sure that he knew that I had been happy to see him, so I emailed with a note to say how pleased I had been. And he answered back that he felt the same. And the emails have ensued since, about 20 a day between us on average. He email flirts, I email flirt.

So what do we do now? Hope I see him again soon. He may be working as of tomorrow...which is excellent for him, very pleased for him considering he's been out of the country for 15 years and has never done anything other than something hockey-related. Welcome to the world as I've known it my entire adult life!

So. I am a goofball, and he's what I think of when I go to bed, and what I'm thinking about when I wake up, and I goddamned wish he'd damned well do something.

Oh and booblicious shirts work. Caught him looking at the cleavage twice. It was a bit more booblicious then I wanted...but that was also the booblicious bra. Combo of the two...yikes!

Back at work. Have a severe sunburn, sunstroke, an asthma attack...oh my, Sunday and yesterday were fun.

But my F1 team came in 3rd, I got neato photos (one of Michael Douglas & Catherine Zeta-Jones no less) and had a blast. And paid for it later that night and the next day. Oh well.....I love the race. Nothing better.

And back to work I go. Doing a professional course, didn't write my paper, has to be out by the end of the day. Oops. I am not cut out for school.