Monday, September 19, 2005

How I spent my weekend...

Vanessa here...

Actually glad that it was Monday and I could delve back into the work world to keep my mind off my lack of a socially satisfying weekend. I told my boss, Aislin, that I was willing to do more work, travel even. I need some adventure and excitement in my life. I'm 27. I need to see the country. I'm in marketing. I'm hip and sassy. I know how to help sell our products. So, in the sales and marketing team meeting today, I noticed that this conference in January in Arizona...I'm down as one of the champions! (That's marketing talk to make people feel more special when in all actuality you're just doing all of the shit work, but I don't care!)

And what happened with the weekend, you ask?

Well, first off, Hunter was exhausted from his week-long training session in Langley. And distant, too. It was like he went away and came back a different person. He didn't have that spark in his eyes and he didn't hug me like he'd missed me like a dog misses his chew toy. Instead, he seemed tired and complained about work. And, he flinched whenever I'd touch him.

Yep. Flinched. Flinching is not a good thing in a girl/boy relationship. Flinching is something you do when that smelly man on the T sits too close to you. Or when you're crammed on the train next to the lady with rolls of fat on her arm and sweat forms between you. (What? It's happened!) Flinching is for when your grandmother pinches your cheek too hard over some family news. Flinching is not knowing someone's in the room with you when they make a loud noise, like when Griz surprises me in my cube, rounding the corner out of no where. Flinching is not romantic and it screams, "leave me alone!"

Course, Hunter said that wasn't the case. That he's just stressed and dealing with work stuff and this trip and the training. But somehow, I felt like he'd sort of lost that loving feeling.

So, I spent the weekend...
  1. Drinking anything that was poured for me
  2. Dancing with William, my new best friend
  3. Eating Chinese delivery at 2:30 a.m.
  4. Puking it up at 4:30 a.m.
  5. Hung over, drank Gatorade
  6. Hair of the dog that bit me, starting the next day
  7. Watching football with William and his buddies (and yes, gay men can like sports)
  8. Got over my depression and decided to pour myself into my work.

Okay, if Hunter can go all FBI on my ass, then I need to focus on my career. I'm a single gal in the city. I'm smart. I'm creative. I have a lot ot offer my company. Sure, it's all sales meetings and follow up and touching base like I'm a frickin' Red Sox, but Vanessa Virtue can take care of herself.

Griz told me I was overreacting. William told me to give Hunter more time. (Yes, I've filled him in on everything.) Griz told me to get over it. William told me to keep doing what makes me happy and if that's work and other distractions, then I should do that. I definitely want to know what's up with Hunter, but I don't want to push him. I don't want to be that crazy nut job who's asking for a ring after a month. That's not what I want. I just want him to open up. I want intimacy. I want him to talk to me.

I want a grilled chicken sandwich and fries from Wendy's.

That sounds like a good idea.

Hang loose,
Double Vee


Blogger Michele said...

Wow! If you were writing this as a contemporary romance,It would be a page turner!!!! It has everything!
The imagination can only play ball with the thoughts as to what REALLY happened to him at training ...(if it was "training")
Oh the intrigue!
But really, William's advice is spot-on.
I'm so glad to hear you've got a great sounding board and potential new friend. He sounds Great!!
Breathlessly looking foward to the next installment of "The Hunter Paradox"

8:00 AM  
Anonymous emily said...

I like Wendy's fries--but sometimes they're too mushy...

1:47 PM  

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