Times are tough so of course I kept in touch with him throughout the weekend via text. We text while I was in P-town and we text throughout the week. Finally the following weekend arrived and he suggested that I meet him out for a drink and I accepted. First he agreed to meet me at Fritz, aka the scene of the original crime. When I had finally woken up from my disco nap, showered, and was less than ten away from the bar he text to say that he would be at Paradise instead.
I was having reservations about this pending catastrophe from the very beginning. I had gathered assumptions that he was nothing but that of a solid man-whore, and was by no means a man to be trusted. I envisioned myself fawning over him while he let other boys stare and proceeded to hit on them in the midst of my attention. I am nobody's biggest fan.
I don't follow. I lead. I don't fawn all over any man for that matter so to say the least, I was not so much thrilled as to embark upon this journey.
I decided to write the whole thing off as a venture into a new venue. I had never been to Paradise in the entire year and a half that I have lived here so I figured why not check the place out?
Long story: Short. He did just what I had expected. When I went to the bathroom I returned to find him talking to another guy. I sat right down beside of them. I introduced myself. I watched as the linebacker flirted and touched on this other guy and jealousy never rose up within my being. I thought he was dumb. The linebacker. Ironically enough I began to laugh out loud from everything that this new comer was saying. He was absolutely hilarious. His name is Stephen and he was in town (merely hours away from departing his plane and setting foot onto American soil) from England. Aside from sounding like a member of the Griffandor tribe at Hogwarts, he was actually quite funny! As soon as the linebacker excused himself to the bathroom I immediately turned to him and said, "This guy is a douche, but I think you are funny as hell, would you want to hang out sometime," He confirmed our great idea, with a genial nod, and for the rest of the night we looked out for one another, checking in at periodic moments throughout the evening.
When we attempted to exchange our numbers I realized that his was internationally long distance, so we also exchanged emails since we were both proud blackberry toters. I sent him an email in the AM, thinking that he would let our previously laid plans fall through, but he didn't. He showed up to brunch quite punctually and my friends and I enjoyed his company over french toast and a few bloodies.
While that was my exciting weekend I began my new job last week. So far two of the existing employees are gone. (For whatever reason, sans details). I was hoping to switch it up a bit when I knew that I was taking on the position but SHEESH! It takes a lot of energy out of you when you lose your team members, even if you haven't been privy to their team but for only one week. A lot of stuff is happening at work in the next few days and it won't be stopping there. In the next few weeks we have events almost back to back and I am already tired just thinking of them.
Selling suits is never something I had ever imagined I would be doing but for whatever reason it has turned out to be something to which I have become accustom to doing. I would even venture to say that I enjoy it. I knew when I took on this role originally that my goal would be to put my own spin on selling suits to men. I know that I have done just that. The scary tales from my childhood of going suit shopping have lead me to believe that shopping for a suit does not have to be so monotonous. It can actually be pretty fun.
And besides, every girls crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man...
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