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I'm trying to fight the urge to come home from work and bundle under the sofa with the clicker and a book. So, a post.

At work, there's a guy I went out with on one Match.com date. I knew he worked there, but I thought he was at another office, near where we met. The meeting was strange, we were different. He thought I was a little urban and progressive for him. I thought he was interesting and kind of handsome, even though he was conservative. I remember him being awkward as hell and I think he was trying to get out of the first meeting but I texted him on the day to push it.  He lied about the town he was from so he could meet what he perceived of as better people. That was stunning to me. We decided to meet again, we texted when we got home and then he cancelled in an email. That may have been my last internet date.

I was surprised to see him at work and was shocked to see he's gained a lot of weight. I don't know if he recognized me, but I sure did him. The energy of all that kept him coming around to my part of the office, us running into each other, or at least being in the breakroom at the same time. I think we're just pretending at this point. I think he likes what he sees. I try not to laugh and am playing it oh-so-cool. It's fun.

I was filling up my water yesterday, quietly, and he was at the sink washing strawberries. He asked me if I wanted a big beautiful fresh strawberry.  Yes, of course, thank you, I said. Where's the chocolate? He pretended to look in the fridge.  Sex-ay me thinks.

I want to worry about money so I'm trying not to. I want to be lazy but I'm going to put in my belly dancing dvd and start learning an actual dance.

That's about all I got for now.