Tuesday Update

Here's a few things that have happened since the last episode of Beth in Real Life in no particular order...

I'm officially done my part time job a few days early. Not exactly proud of the way it ended, but retail can be messy.

I saw Boy Across The Street Saturday night. He called Saturday morning and invited me over for an impromptu dinner party he was throwing, and despite the short notice, I accepted. I brought wine, we all had dinner. After everyone left, BATS and I made out (sorry mom). He was tired. I went home. I almost yelled at him to man up and drink a Red Bull, but I didn't. I may see him again "romantically", I may not. I may also mess with his head just because I can. I'll see where the mood takes me. And yes, I only recently realized that Boy Across The Street spelled out
BATS. I think there may be something to that.

I have a blind "date" with a guy from Match.com tomorrow night. The 2 second scoop - he's 39, divorced, has an 11 year old daughter and works in recruiting. He's not unattractive based on the pictures he's posted, but then again, I only have one chin in the ones I have on my profile. It's hard to see where something will go just based on a few emails and text messages. More to follow.

There's another guy on Match who has expressed some interest. Not sure he's my type, but we're emailing. Pluses: he's a chef at a casino who is studying to be a paralegal in the criminal justice area. Minuses: he's 44, never been married with 2 kids. I'm thinking a Saturday morning coffee meet and greet is in order.

Work is busy, and also hot, smelly and loud (we've moved into a new building which is still being finished, I haven't suddenly started pig farming). Thankfully the RM for whom I've been pseudo-backfilling is back from maternity leave, although the 7:30 am con call every Tuesday hasn't disappeared from my calendar. I can't complain much as it's 6:30 am for her.

Family is also fun and games these days. I'll leave it at that, but I'll reiterate that I am NOT getting old, do you hear me God? I've tolerated this turning 35 business, but I'm done aging. I need to negotiate some sort of eternal 29 type deal, although I guess I'm about six years too late. So, I'll stay 35, keep my faculties and general looks the same. Just let my weight fluctuate because I don't want to be a size 20 (oh ok...22) forever. OK God? We'll renegotiate when I'm a size 6 (or 8 or 10).

So, that's the update --- ta, ta for now.