My Ass Still Hurts

While this title may not compel you to read, it's the truth. The sad, pathetic truth. I thought by now my ass would have healed, but NO. It was almost 2 weeks ago that I fell on those ugly gray stairs and it still hurts. I can't sit down for hours I can only sit for 10-15 minutes at a time. It's getting pretty old especially when I have work to do in the office.

Anyway, enough about my ass. Let's talk about boys. Elevator boy and I have not spoken since our Chili's date. I haven't called him. He hasn't called me. The funny thing is, I don't mind. I am too busy right now to expend much energy on new relationships. I will call later this week to say hi and all. I remember when I was in my 20's and when a guy didn't call me I would be all offended. Then when he finally would call I would think to myself "Geez, I guess I am not that important." Well, I finally get it. It wasn't that I wasn't important, it most likely was that there were more pressing matters that took precedence things like, um, I dunno a career? I now know what it is like to spend 2 weeks working and forget totally about my social life. And, friends, it's kinda scary. There are times I think I just talked to Karen the other day when in reality it was more like 2 weeks ago. Maybe this is all just part of getting older.

I went out last weekend with another guy. I had a pretty good time. We had a bite at a sushi place and walked around West Palm Beach. I hadn't been out down there since they built all of the new stuff. It is a totally different place now. We have talked on the phone a few times, but that's it.

So, this concludes the boy talk for now. Perhaps later in the week I will have something interesting to report, but for now that's all I got.