Update...

This is me staling on packing. I hate getting ready for trips. I feel like I spend 3 days of crazy stressed out running around so I can score 5 days of relaxation. That hardly seems fair! So in other news, Dr. Man stopped by last night. Like, stopped by my house. Yes. I know. I damn near had a heart attack at the door. He looked around my house and we talked for 30 min or so. My friend Kim was here and she was having some man trouble. I wonder what would have happened if I would have been home alone... hmmm... Then he promised to come in tonight at work to see me before I left. No such luck. WTF! So right now I'm sitting in my painting studio/office with an angled view of my front door, just hoping that he got stuck at the hospital but he is stopping by the house again. Sigh. We still haven't exchanged numbers. Again, wtf is that about? But I'm pretty positive that by the end of the week I'm going to be going through Mike withdrawal. It's almost irritating. I want this to work out. I like him. It's more than sexual now, I have things in common with him, I think he is funny, and witty, and adorable, and sweet. I want to get to know him. There is a definite crush going on here. Sigh again. I miss my Dr. Man.....

Just a Few Things...

Oh I feel like writing, so I'm gonna ramble a little bit. Well, let's see, I'm going to North Carolina for Thanksgiving. I'm excited to see my family and Nick is coming up for a few days. Should be a good time. 18 people! I can't remember in all of my history more than 6 people being at our Thanksgiving table. Should be fun. Eh em. I have to help cook, just because my culinary skills are extremely developed and I make home made dressing that would kick your grandmother's ass, is no reason for my family to sell my soul to the kitchen gods. I will be cooking all day. Drunk on good wine at that. Soooo update on sexy Dr. Man. He's "thinking about it" with me. At least that's what he told me tonight. After complimenting me and asking how my day was, and saying he likes my hair curly and overall aggressively flirting with me. I had movie passes for the new James Bond movie on my desk (free thingies you get online and print your tickets off...) He picks them up and says "Oh, James Bond fan huh?" I say "Yep, wanna go with me?" He says "You don't wanna go with me." I say "And why not?" he says "I'm not all the way divorced." I say "Um so?" he says "I'm damaged goods." I say "Aren't we all?" He smiles and says "Let me think about it." I say "That look tells me you were thinking about it before." He says "Well your hard not to think about." and winks. OH DEAR GOD! All I have to say is he better say yes. I will fucking flip out. First of all, it's a damn good thing he told me how gorgeous I looked, I put a lot of work into this outfit! Second of all, seriously? It's just a little fun! I'm not so sure what the big fucking deal is. He won't be able to take it much longer. It's already driving him crazy. I can tell. *SIGH* This is fun. I love that fact that it's fun. He is soooooo sexy. I can't help it. He is fun to flirt with. I can only imagine the fun we would have out on an actual date! I'm still all ears for advice on my pursuit of the elusive Dr. Man...

Ohhh Dr. Man...

Well, I'm in. Oh my Dr. Man, he wants it, he is just trying to decide if the age bothers him. You can see it in his face. He told me that I have beautiful blue eyes (said to me, not the charge nurse Whoo!) told me that I'm beautiful, that we should "make plans". Ooooo! I sold him raffle tickets to our Cancer Patient Services Charity Drive. He says "I'm a pushover." I say "No, I'm just good." He says "I'm sure you are." I say "So if you win the $100 your taking me out to dinner right?" He says "How about I take you out to dinner whether I win or not." I say "Deal." He winks. God. Sooooooooo sexy. If I didn't know better I would say I'm in love. But I'm not. I'm in lust. Now, I have been making it extremely obvious my less that appropriate intentions for the last week. He has "allowed" my comments and played along quiet well. Asks me to dinner, and tells me we will "discuss it next time." But has yet to ask for my phone number. Strange. But we did figure out that he lives just down the street from my new house. He says "Maybe I will stop by." I say "Anytime." OMG. I sooo got this! Correction: I sooo want this! I don't wanna be the whole book, just a few chapters. I feel like I'm perfectly alright dating him (and doing him) for a while, and when it's done, it's done. You can tell he is the kind of guy that wines you and dines you, which I am quiet ok with..... Advice still! Thanks!

Repeatedly.

Ok. I'm in trouble. Lust has me in it's tangled web of lies. There is the doctor that works for the nursing home that I work at. Speech Pathologist and Professor. He is stunning. Funny. Witty. Brilliant. I want him. Now. There is a good amount of shameless flirting between us. He has been married 3 times. He has admitted to me that the first failure was 100% his fault, the second was a re-bound from the first marriage (that he decided to marry? wtf) and that was 85% his fault, and the current mess is all her fault. Defiantly damaged goods. However, I want to have hot sweaty sex with him. Repeatedly. The charge nurse tonight told me that Saturday when she was here he asked where I was. She told him I have weekends off. Then he says "What's her story anyway? She has the most beautiful blue eyes." OMG. Please God. I want him. Can I put him on my Christmas list? I don't usually get like this, but there is something about him. Oh, and did I mention he is 46? I'm 21. Hmmmm. 46? Seriously? Does that make me a slut? He could be my sugar daddy. Honestly, if the opportunity presented itself I doubt I would have very much (if any) self control. Any advice?