And you knew it would

Bouncing along.. back to work with Satan in a week that can only be described as life in motion, or commotion depending upon what fresh hell the day brings. I used to love my work.. I'm finding it isn't enough for me these days and that has me very bugged. I think it is high time I stretch my horizons. It's like something is pulling me, but to where I haven't the foggiest.

My online "hunt" for Med boy's replacement has yielded some interesting prospects - to include one rather strange would be wealthy X NY model who hit me up then asked that I meet his X bf and get naked so he could see whether he thought I was his "type". HAHAHA! Out of morbid curiosity I played along with his little game until at one point he said something to the effect - "just think of it as going to the doctor".. I guess there really are all kinds, and I strongly suspect this guy is in the future Ted Bundy class.

My X has been running heavy interference.. bitch if you are reading this - mind ya own. The other day she recited a segment of an instant message - guys this is getting very bizarre, how is it possible for her to get this? She called me last night trying to load a "Movie" into her laptop - at one point out of shear stupidity I asked her what she was trying to watch.. Lord. Gay porn.

I had a couple little hotties cruisin me at the gym yesterday.. that was fun, I do love flirting. Funny - the less manicured I look the more they seem to like it - yesterday I was in the "wtf" mode and went to the gym unshowered/shaved with a kinda Billy Idol hair thing goin on.. It happens when product lets go on the E-way with the windows down and the sunroof opened lol. *sigh* They were really cute..

I spent the weekend online and out and about.. didn't meet anyone, didn't feel like it. Something is building with "P" and I and it has me by the short hairs. I'm afraid to put it into words with him, afraid to get shot down. Despite how it may look here once in a while my ego has the consistency of crystal, easily shattered.

It's the dreaded Monday and in celebration of this I was supposed to meet a hottie for a nooner.. but I just cancelled. I must be coming down with something.. dear LORD.. DON'T LET IT BE MORALS.