Things are moving along

So, the reason that I have not written at all this week is because...

I got a job!

I am now a Head Hunter... err... Recruiter for an up and coming temp/job placement company.

But it pays nothing.

So, currently looking for a second job.

Bummer.

Just Friends

So Drunken Chud posed a question about being “Just Friends” with members of the opposite sex. Instead of giving him a quick response, I was inspired to write an entry about it. I have written about this before and I incorporate “When Harry Met Sally” and my rules for being just friends, see 3/18/04 entry. Hey, that’s almost two years ago exactly!! Odd.

Anyway, I am the Queen of being “Just Friends” with boys. Half of my good friends are male. Much to the dismay of my boyfriend, I might add. Actually, one of my best friends is a guy who is here in Chicago. Our relationship has turned into kind of a social experiment. We have never done anything, well, except that one night about two year ago when we did body shots, but that was all we have ever done, and we like it that way. We give each other honest advice about the opposite sex and it works out very well for the both of us. Also, we are always the stand in date if our actual significant others are not available and we have played the “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” on a number of occasions when being unwontedly hit on. I am glad that we have never had sex and I don’t ever want to have sex with him (he feels the same). It would ruin what we have.

Another close friend I have is an ex. We dated briefly our freshman year in college, didn’t speak for a couple of year, and are not fairly close. I should add that we never had sex, we did everything else but never did the dirty. I think part of our relationship is that we are past the sexual tension and can have an actual friendship. We have good times together and I love having him as a friend.

And this is just a very small sampling of my male friends. I mean yes, I know that I still have some male friends that want to get into my pants. And I also know that in the past I have been friends with a guy in hope of more. But it’s nice when you can be “just friends” with a guy. If you can get past the sexual tension part, the rewards of the friendship are well worth it.

Sometimes You Just Know

The Coach just left after another wonderful weekend together. I can still smell him on my body and I miss him already. I vowed to never do this long distance thing again and here I am, once again hating that the man that I love is hours away. Yet, this time farther, a good 7 hours between him and Chicago. A glutton for punishment I am, I guess.

This time I hope that it is different. After all of the agony I have been through the past year, and the shitty relationships of my past, I deserve a little happiness, and the Coach makes me happy. I had one of those moments of complete contentment today, sitting on my couch, bellies full from the chili I made for lunch, and just snuggling into his arms with the sun streaming through the windows and onto our laps. I felt like I could stay like that forever.

It’s funny, I know that we are moving fast. Really fast. After only two months we have told each other that we love each other. Already talking about him moving to Chicago next year and moving in together. Already talking about beginning to build a life together. Already talking about this being it, about finally finding someone to share the rest of our lives with.

Then there are the little things he does, like: I love how he tells me that he loves me all the time, how he goes to Ikea with me and doesn’t complain then drags my new coffee table up four flights of stairs, and how he stands at the sink and does the dishes without my asking. I love how he brings me little presents for my apartment; how he sends me text messages in the middle of the day, and sends me an e-mail every morning. I love how he smells, how he tastes, and how he fucks. I love that he is sooo much bigger than me; how his hands and feet are twice the size of mine, how tiny I feel standing next to him. I love his “giddy shake,” his smile, and his sweet disposition.

When I look at him I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And I think about a wedding and lots of family and friends. I think about buying a house in the suburbs with our cats and a dog. When I look at him I want to have children. Tall, funny, caring, dark haired children who will play basketball or be in the drama club. When I look at him I think about growing old with him. How happy he could make me.

And I am scared out of my fucking mind.

I have heard that sometimes you just know.

Sometimes you meet someone and you just know.

And I think I just know, as scary as it is…

Sofa Bliss

Since my furniture’s arrival yesterday, I have spent the morning arranging my sofa and love seat into an esthetically pleasing manner in my living room. I think I may be happy with this set up. But there may be more rearranging to come when the rest of my furniture shows up from PA.

But for now I am happy.

And the Coach is coming in for the weekend.

This really has been a good week.

Shaping up...

The furniture is here!!

And I have a job interview today with a temp agency!

It is shaping up to be a good day.

(now I have probably jinxed myself)

UPDATE:

So they hired me to place in temp jobs!

AND

The first guy who interviewed me liked me so much that he sent his boss in to interview me.

She got to talking to me and I realized that she was interviewing me for an in house job working for the staffing company!

They are going to keep me in mind when that job opens up in April.

So, apparently I am charming and interview well.

God, I am sooo awesome. ;-)

Little Bits

So I don’t have anything big to write about but lots of little stuff; so I figured for everyone’s entertainment, I would do a lot of little posts. Enjoy.

The people in the Midwest freak me out. They are nice!! WTF? Maybe it is because I am used to people on the east cost and the attitudes of New Yorkers, Philadelphians and folks in DC who would rather run you over then tell you what time it is. But people here are different. They go out of there way to be friendly. For example, yesterday I hunted down the El stop near my apartment to go downtown. So I went to the one entrance that I knew of and it turns out that there was no ticket vending machine to get a card to swipe through to get onto the train. Not knowing what to do I asked someone who was getting off to give me directions to the main entrance. But instead of telling me where to go, she just used her card and swiped me in. If I was in NYC, the person would have probably given me wrong directions then mugged me. And that is just the beginning. It’s a very different feel here. Random people have told me different places to look for jobs, given me advice, recommended restaurants, and generally welcomed me to the city. Crazy.

Watched the Oscars last night with Sarah while eating baked Bre and Indian food. Good times. But Crash didn’t deserve to win. It was too shove down your throat obvious. Brokeback Mountain was the better movie by far. This is going to be one of those years that people will look back on and realize that the Academy made a HUGH mistake. Anyway, I love the Oscars, but actually in my opinion Walk the Line was the best pic of the year and I have seen Capote, Brokeback, Crash, and Munich... but that’s just me. I'm a nerd.

I love my apartment. I do. Except the water pressure. Sometimes it is so bad that the hot water doesn’t even turn on. At all. Like not even a drip comes through. It’s really bad. And when it is on it is just a small trinkle that comes through. My friend joked when I turned on the water and showed him the situation, “Welp, now you know what it is like to be peed on.” *Sigh*

Happily though, my DSL and my phone are up and running. Yippee.

But, still no job. Boooo.

The family is coming into town this weekend to see the place, bring the rest of my furniture, including my bed, and meet the Coach. Yeah!!!

My new couch and loveseat were to be delivered today. The showed up. But they were the wrong color. So, I sent them back. Called the store and the ones that are the right color will be showing up on Thursday. Argh.

I have the worst luck. This also means that I will not be going home this week to get the cats.

My boyfriend is amazing. More on this at a later date.

Finally, on a completely unrealated subject, I am becoming more and more increasingly disturbed by the current abortion debate and the South Dakota ban. Didn’t we already fight this fight years ago and won? What is wrong with this country? Who would have thunk we'd have to fight for abortion rights all over again? What's next on this fearful agenda? Separate water fountains? A longer entry about this also at a later date.

Ok, I am going to try to get into the shower again. I tried a while ago and alas, no water! See my problem?

My Apartment

I love my new apartment. It’s big, it’s old, it has charm and personality. There may not be much in it yet, but it makes me happy. I took some pictures of the place, here ya go:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lengara/sets/72057594073492189/

Enjoy.