Tuesday...still.

So today was pretty horrific as I imagined it would be this morning. Maybe I brought it on myself this morning with my little rant about Tuesdays. So sorry Tuesday!! Didn't mean to offend you! Despite the onslaught of emails and ridiculous phone calls and questions from coworkers and employees the chaos was a somewhat manageable chaos...if that is even possible?? I mean don't get me wrong, it was still "horrific" but I guess if I want to be a glass half full kind of girl (which of course I do!) it could always be worse. A LOT worse.

Finally today I received the sought after message from Mark. Apparently he spent the ENTIRE holiday weekend thinking about what he wanted to write to me because boy did he respond! I never knew it was possible for a man to write so much! I really appreciated the thought and time he put in to his response. I have a problem though, now that I know every single detail I could possibly know about his life I'm not sure what else to ask him. JK it wasn't that bad. I mean, I did get a lot of info but hopefully there is more to learn about him. Maybe if we actually end up taking what is apparently a gigantic leap in the online dating world and speak over the phone, I can pry some more info from him. Well I guess pry is not a good word because that would indicate he is resistant to communicate. Hmmm... maybe I can facilitate a more controlled conversation with him hahaha oh well! you get what I mean. :)

Still waiting to hear back from Mr. John. All of this waiting just starts to make me crazy! but maybe it will end up being worth it down the line!


I have a little poem to close out this blog.



Lust
Fingertips tracing down my skin brings a reaction only created by him. My heart races just from one embrace as I take a deep breath and wait for him to set the pace.
Soft kisses lead the way and my busy day starts to fade away. All I see is him and me looking for something to set us free.
Fingertips tracing down my skin brings a reaction only created by him. Licking, nibbling, grabbing and biting brings me to a point where I'm no longer fighting.
Blinded by our own desires it seems impossible to put out this fire. Words are spoken that could seem obscene but right now insecurities are foreign and fleeting.
Fingertips tracing down my skin brings a reaction only created by him. Slowly but surely I fall back down to earth and inevitably I can't help but ponder... my worth.