So. Guy in Seattle…his email back was appreciative and non-committal but he sent me the following texts messages on Saturday night that I'm preserving here in this diary for posterity because my damn phone deletes texts after a few days and I'll need to remember these:

1. Miss you so much like you can't even imagine! Wish I was with you now!
2. I really do love being with you! Love me!
3. I really do love everything about you

I’ve put it out there. It’s good to know he feels the same. But I’ve got to let him do what he needs to do professionally and it’s not here. So.

Of course I got these texts after I made-out with an off-duty bartender from the Zeeb. C was busy and W was in LA and Mags is still in Paris so I took myself out. To Press and the Zeeb. (The Zeeb being the bar I met the ex-husband in all those years ago.) Sort of a 10-year long goal to make out with a Zeeb bartender. And I finally did it! Wooooohooo! Go me! Though I think his primary attraction to me was, as Dave the other bartender put it, my “great rack.”

And I’m still stalking the Hot Bartender at the Press. He explained he’d flaked on our invite to join our pub crawl a few weeks back because he ended up working a double. I didn’t flirt too hard or anything, I felt my presence in his bar without any friends or reason at 8 p.m. on a Saturday sort of explained enough. He worked to get my attention a few times and said he hung out at the Bear during the week…is that an invite?

I hope making out with the Zeeb bartender doesn’t lessen my chances with the Hot Bartender…they seem to know each other. Ooops.

Roob party on Saturday with the usual suspects and I’m really looking forward to it. Two Hot guys I’ve seen at Eliz’s house in the past that I don’t know. In fact, don’t know her that well but anyone who has a whole room in her house devoted to her vintage clothing and bags is someone I really NEED to get to know. You know.

Blues band at the Hard Rock by my current office Thursday but it’s also Dive Bar (a local club that goes to a different dive bar every other Thursday) so C and I can’t decide what we want to do. But she did invite me over for skirt steak stuffed with blue cheese and grilled tomatoes pre-outings. I’m bringing the libations. I’m thinking Belinis would go well – especially in this heat.

Next week I start my new job – but yesterday I interviewed for Dream Job. But I’m putting DJ out of my head and concentrating on my excitement to work in a new environment. Amongst what I’m hoping will be a lot of hot architects…my friends are thanking me for “taking one for the team” assuming there will be hot architects I can rope into impromptu after work beers with the girls. I’m an office admin/pimp – all about multi-tasking, right?

I really need to wrap up projects here at The Mall but have so very little interest in this work anymore. Accounting has been a new thing, but a boring thing. So, eh, moving on.

Ooooooh! And I’m no longer a redhead! Sat down in Aby’s chair and said, “do something different.” Now have super dark brown with blond highlights. I’ve never been a huge highlight fan, but this new and while a little harsher – it’s very downtown and I think works well with my general look these days.

Which reminds me, I can’t believe the crap I used to wear when I lived in LA. There I was, amongst all that style and fashion and I bought the most boring clothes possible – for the most part. And, pro about the new job is I can, I think, dress like “me” there. Wooo!

So…that’s that in a nutshell.