20 min to kill at the airport

Good morning, kiddies! If i'm blogging, it must mean i'm at the airport...and yep, i am.

i have about 20 more min to finish my breakfast quesadilla (thanks, french meadow) before i need to head down to the gate - oh yeah, good ole' gate E16 - and since i don't have the attention span to read, i figured i should update the blog.

so what can i tell you? well, this may in fact be one of my last trips to lame-o plano. i should find out today if i got a new spot in the company. basically i've been offered the spot, but since the d-bag internal recruiting guy told me that it's not a "done" deal, but close as can be, i'll refrain from mentioning the actual spot....although i think everyone who reads this except cousin mark knows what it is. ha ha, marky, no scoop for you!

anyhoo, they want me to start the new spot asap so i'm just waiting for those in a higher pay grade to figure out how the transition works. all i know is that driving to the airport at 6 f-ing 30 this mornign and realizing that i actually have to be up again at that time is awful. it's going to be a very rude awakening not only for me, but for gracie too. this morning when the alarm went off she looked at me with a "you've GOT to be kidding me" look. then when i had to turn on the light, she got up and flipped herself around to put her back to me. i love my dog :)

something very strange happened this weekend, so if you noticed any pigs flying around outside it's probably (oh, crap! i just realized i forgot my toothbrush. dammit!!) b/c i had a third date. yes, ladies and gentleman, i had a THIRD date. if you didn't think that was possible, don't worry, you're not the only one. it's early days, so i'll try to give decent details without jinxing things....

he's 28, yep, robbing the cradle
6'0 - sorry lee!
owns a townhouse right near me
LOVES dogs - gracie has actually gotten more action from him than i have

anyhoo we met on one of the lame-o dating sites. went out a week ago thurs and sat and went out again this sunday. he also brought me a stuffed dog and a tower of candy for valentine's day - also known as Black Saturday. mmm, candy. clearly that boy has figured me out! we did dinner at pittsburgh blue - a waste of money and time in my opinon, and then went back to my place to watch Family Guy.

now, for those of you who know some of my 'rules', yes, i broke one. i generally try to not let them either know where i live or just come over (or go to there place) before date 4 or week 4. it's my way of not being an easy whore...although since the summer of love was actually more than 2 years ago i wonder if it even counts anymore? oops, just remembered the youngin' from cincy and the hicky incident - yep, it counts.

so boy wonder, for lack of a nickname (oh yeah, neither lee nor i can figure out a good nickname for him which is pretty much unheard fo for us), hung out, ate my candy and played with gracie. there was no love at all for me. now maybe this is some new fangled courting ritual - the guys gets to know you before getting in your pants. i truly have no idea. or this is what "nice" guys do. again, not familiar with the concept. although he let gracie lick his ears, so maybe he just doesn't put out with humans ;)

anyhoo, he gets two more dates before i have to take matters into my own hands. i'm thinking something like "so you ever gonna kiss me or are you just gonna make out with my dog" should do the trick, lol. until then i'm left planning our date for this weekend. i made him plan the last one - somehow when i went to say "if you want to go out again, let me know" after our second date it came out "so! you get to plan the next one!". again, not really sure how that happened, but it worked out well. you have to teach the boys early that they need to plan things too. otherwise you're stuck making all the decisions all the time and believe it or not, that can be exhausting... even for a type-a, likes control, planner girl like me. (don't worry, hoodie, you do a good job of this! )

okay, two minutes to go so i should probably shut down. i'll leave you with one note from last week's trip: as i was at the airport to fly home, i saw a man in front of me in a purple pin-striped suit. he was not caucasian, which was good, b/c white boys can't pull that crap off. hmm, although my brother did rent a purple tux once for a frat boy formal...but i'll leave that as the only exception.

time to head down to E16....that's all folks!