So Emilee is at her dad’s house this weekend. Tonight I am off to shop with Shannon, where as we’ve already decided to stop for drinks after buying some clothes for Vegas. My Irishman is a leg man – and for some reason, I’ve stopped wearing skirts years ago. I’ve put some thought into the whys of this. I have no good reason really. I have very long legs, actually. I hate, however, wearing nylons and office rules are that you must wear nylons if you wear a skirt. Perhaps it’s because if you wear a skirt in my office everyone thinks you’re going on an interview. Perhaps it’s because I’ve become more aware of the faults in my body after having Emilee, and being 35. Perhaps it’s because I have wide hips and I think I look like a moose when wearing a skirt. Regardless, I’m determined to find something that will have the Irishman drooling after my legs. Shan will be essential in this area. Any suggestions would be totally appreciated.
Tomorrow night I have a date with Poker Man. We are having dinner and then perhaps some drinks. After that I’m sure he’ll put the moves on for something more physical in nature, and I’ll, yet again, put a stop to that. <sigh> Whatever happened to just dating without the pressure of sex? Ahh to be in high school again. Oh wait, that happened then too.
T Minus 11 days for my next trip to Vegas. I heard from my Irishman this morning, and really, what’s better than hearing an Irish accent first thing in the morning? Not much my friends, not much.
Happy weekend to all! Tonight, as I’ll be having some drinks, I’m sure my phone will be BEGGING me to text. Let’s hope I get the right number for RE this time.