I’m a little nuts. One, quit my job and got a new one with less vaca, not that much more money, but a new challenge. Still…it’s a little “whoa” for a pragmatic Virgo like me.

Two, sent an email this morning to the guy I spent all weekend in Seattle with. Well, just outside Seattle (oh, and ditched work and friends to stay with until yesterday a.m.) And have decided I’m in love with. Well, I sort of knew that when I saw him standing in the baggage claim terminal on Saturday morning. But of course instead I acted all tough and independent and “you can’t touch this heart of mine” until he dropped me off at the airport yesterday and I started crying; so it had to be said and therefore I sent him an email. Because I’m smooth like that (why couldn’t I have said it when we were cuddled up together or watching fireworks or, for fucks sake…drinking?) No response yet. But how would one respond? He can’t even figure out what he’s going to do with his life, let alone with a girl. Just, fitting I fall for him.

Quit my job and fell for a guy I can’t have. Way to go!

Anyone have any beer?

On the plus side…one year ago this week I was moving into my beautiful apartment. I didn’t know *anyone*, had very little “life”, and I’d have fits of sadness over not being with Rob anymore. Now, I’m finally leaving the womb (a.k.a. my company), I have incredible friends, have dated more men than I have any business dating, and my life is a whirlwind of fun, drama, partying too much, and adventures of all sorts…and of course still have the stunning apartment. Really? No complaining should pass these lips.

If it’s meant to be love will find a way…

If not, just saw two really hot guys in line at the sandwich shop…