Dreams and things...

A couple of interesting things...

1. My co-workers have been trying to hook me up with this guy in our office. Every time he appears, I disappear, and they keep smirking to themselves about this "hot guy" that I just have to meet. So I meet him today. I've been seeing him around so it was not my first meeting. However, the real kicker is he looks just like Trouble. Funny, that my co-workers could pinpoint a guy that is seemingly my type without even knowing what my type is...So yeah...but he's married. I spotted the ring the first couple of times I noticed his hotness...but they didn't. I was on it way ahead of them. And during the Trouble days whenever I'd bump into said co-worker I'd mutter something along the lines of...I have one like you at home... :-)...and now, I don't. :-(

2. Speaking of exes, a couple of days ago I got an email from "Attorney Guy". Nothing major. He was inquiring about a job in a company that is across from my office. Perhaps he had me confused with some other chick that works for that company, or he got my company's crossed. I don't know. It was a very formal email as if we were strangers..."Hope this email finds you deoing well...I am inquiring about a job in X company..., can you let me know anything about it. See job posting below."

I let this simmer for a while. I wasn't disappointed, just stupified. Last time I saw him (in which he looked like shit by the way) he couldn't wait to get away from me, and now he wants me to help him get a job in a company I don't work at. I told him simply...I don't work there. This is where I work and these are the positions we have...knock yourself out. I sounded just as formal as he did without as much as a hint of familiarity.

But then, last night I dreamt about him. The dream was weird. I dreamt that we were to be "friends with benefits" and that I presented him with the offer and he willingly accepted. He agreed with so much zest he couldn't wait to take his clothes off, and then, we couldn't get some privacy to...ahem...consummate the agreement so to speak. We kept shooing people away from my apartment but just as soon as one person leaves, another person shows up until we had a ton of people in my place. This kept happening until...thankfully, I woke up. I just thought it was weird. Weirder because we've never actually slept together. Maybe it's the curious cat in me that's having that dream. But when I saw him he did not look enticing enough to want to sleep with so I'm not sure why I had that dream.

Michael Habachy and...me

Had an awesome time at the Michael Habachy Event on Friday, September 9th. I came across this invite by chance - a co-worker forwarded me a very busy email filled with events in the Midtown area, and after sifting through all the crap on the email I picked this one out. It was titled Fashion's Night Out with Midtown Pop Up Shops, featuring The Collective by Michael Habachy. The little section (in the busy email) on Michael Habachy intrigued me so much to want to attend, and I am glad I did. Plus, this was at the 999 Peachtree Gallery that I have been looking for an excuse to visit. 

Swanky and fashionable people made the rounds along with aspiring artists/models, jewelry designers and of course, us Midtown folks. There was free food (which was good Turkish food but cold as ice) and wine from Cakebread cellars. There was also vodka but I didn't really notice that until later. I had a blast mingling, chatting, interacting, however you choose to term the art of chatting while enjoying quirky art, that's what I did. I had so much wine that I fear I must have made a fool of myself in front of the fashionably elite. Plus, I was not prepared to be in their company.

Word of advice to all those who dare to venture out alone - be prepared. 

Dress like there's a party going on and you are the host to this exclusive event. Because being alone you are apt to be stared at for having a "Negative One" when everyone else has a "Plus One" and more. So if they are going to stare and make you the center of attention, my goodness then, you must look good, you must look very good. You must look so good that it causes them to compliment something about your look, perhaps your dress, your nails, your hair, by all means your shoes, and of course your posture, anything and from there, that begins the conversation. That's your opener, the icebreaker, the key to ignite their interest in you and much more...and once you get their interest, there you have it, make the best of it...and hopefully if you are (unlike) me you will not be too wasted to make good on that conversation. 

There's the Solo Tip I should probably remember for myself, pretty obvious from this picture.

Labor Day Weekend 2011

I went once again to Dahlonega to spend (a lazy) Saturday afternoon. I'm sure you're thinking, Dahlonega again, isn't this the third time in a year? Yep. This is also the 3rd season there; I've been there in the Winter, then Spring and now Summer, albeit late Summer. The last remaining season - Fall, which my cohorts and I promised to conquer once Falls rolls around. 

There's something about the Georgia Wine Country that can't be beat that keeps me coming back and leaves it as the sure filler to my "don't-have-plan's-weekend." It's not just the view, the ambiance, but the tranquility of the place, coupled with the alcohol and the enjoyable intelligent company of like minded wine enthusiasts, all that infused into my thoughts always confirms that this is a much better way to spend my afternoon than say, catching up on shows on Hulu. So armed with that, I willingly take the hike, all 50 plus miles of it to Dahlonega and let me just tell you it is never cheap. It's a treat that can only be done between seasons, not too soon.

This time around I made the hike with a couple of people (strangers to me) but members of my Wine Meet-up group. They wanted to carpool so I joined them. I thought it would be a different take on my last 2 trips, at least this time I get to do it in a car full of people I may not know now but will get to know as we make the journey together. It's all part of the exploration expedition. 

In the end, it was fun, an immensely fun afternoon riding in a car with strangers and talking about how we want to live our lives and what brought us to love wine (or not), and, at least want to dedicate the afternoon to exploring wine. With wine lovers asides from the wine, there's always another hobby you share - be it love of good food, good company, music, art, travel, etc. With these folks it was the love of travel and adventure. Thus, we spent it talking about places we've been, would like to go, and plan to go (when life throws us a bone). Fun stuff. So with talk like that and feeling uninhibited from the alcohol, quality yet humorous conversation was not lacking at all. I spent a good part of the afternoon laughing in between...indulging in lots of wine.   

In the end it was a good day. I, and my travel mates, concurred. It was a perfect day spent exploring Georgia wine country (again) in good company. We went home feeling accomplished. Me a little broke, but accomplished. I spent the rest of the weekend trying to balance my checkbook, but that's just me, I love doing my own accounting. 

To Keanu on the 47th Year

Of course, you know I'll post an update today. Today of all days. It's the 47th year. The 47th birthday of my one true obsession, the one man that makes my heart melt, the one man I think (and I may be delusional) is my one true love. I always have this idea that on on his birthday he's probably under some chick getting mighty laid, but nobody's me or the men I've... ahem... slept with. But even with that I hope he's happy. I am not mighty happy myself but I'm good. I am...good. I fear I may never achieve my life's desires and I am in deep financial do dah but I am good. It's the 47th year, we need to be good. 

Every year on Keanu's birthday I always do a little poem that expresses how I feel about him, about me, about us. With all that's happened this year, I just don't feel like it's a good place. Not that I don't feel the same, trust me after venturing with Trouble I realized that I should stick with a certain look, I guess the honest look. But this year I thought maybe I should say why he's ever present on my mind moreso on his birthday than before. I suppose this is a list of the reasons why I like Keanu, on his 47th year.

1.  The honest eyes. Every time I look into those eyes I want to tell the truth, I feel the need to tell the truth, I feel the world, everyone should feel the need to tell the truth. Why lie? It's like he retained that childhood innocence in his eyes and he never lost it, and every time I see those eyes I just want to say the truth. That's probably just me. Telling the truth means a lot to me, personally and professionally, I try not to lie to the people I care about and it just hurts like utmost betrayal hurt when I find that someone willingly lied to me. So the eyes, the honesty in those eyes gets me.

2. That voice. The voice coupled with those eyes, how dare you tell lies, seriously. It's just me, I suppose. There's something about it I find so innocent, like he can't hurt a fly, an odd combination that just gets you to pull down your pants. I assume it's very hard for the women in his social circle to keep their pants on.

3. Finally, and most importantly, it's just the him that makes him who he is that makes me who I am someone who longs to see that thing always. He just makes me feel like me. I measure most men against him. Are they that honest or polite or soft-spoken or respecting of women? Do I feel like, hey, there's a "him" in him that makes me feel like, this is him...sometimes, yes, and sometimes that thing is faked or masked by all the sex. But I keep waiting for that thing that stays, that is not brought upon by an infatuation or obsession but a real thing, a "connection." 

That's what keeps me coming back to Keanu....year after year, until he turns 47 and I turn 37 and he turns 50 and I turn gulp...40. That's what keeps me coming back. The kindness and softness in those eyes like this is me, and I am kind and sweet and don't hurt a fly, don't get in the tabloids, don't womanize, this is me, I am rich but don't care and just me...so please love me. And I do. Hopelessly. It's the thing, that's so endearing, I suppose. It's Keanu. 

So Keanu, on the 47th year...Happy Birthday... my true love!