This LIttle Light Of Mine

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Woke up at 5. Meh. Kristie, the Sales Admin from Sacramento, had sent me another box of backlog scanning to get done, and our main printer was down. Just a lot of foot traffic. Linda from Office Team stopped by; I hadn't seen her since my main interview, though I correspond with her all the time. She brought bagels with her, and it didn't occur to me until then that I hadn't eaten anything since leaving the office the day before. Not terribly hungry, but also not one to look a chocolate chip gift bagel in mouth, I had a bagel and a half.

Greg, the nice younger gent I slept with a few weeks back messaged me, wanting to tag team me with Troy. It occurred to me that I'm a pretty fucking bright shining star. Not that it's a competition, but probably brighter than Tim (though maybe not than Tim when he was my age). I was more than happy to put a lampshade over us then, to snuggle in, dim my light to others and share it only with him. But he didn't want that, and I can't feel guilty about shining brighter now. Troy actually did end up turning me down; he likes twinks bordering on illegal, so it's no surprise he's not wild about me now. I was still touched that Greg thought of me.

We'd been having an issue with DocStar, the e-filing system we use, where some of the Internal, External, or even the entire file was not appearing. Denise had suggested this was user error (me). This is unacceptable. I did some experiments, and found that no, DocStar was just not saving them. Or rather, not retrieving them, since I would later discover ways to get at those files. The important part is that I wasn't wrong.

I had a *GREAT* workout, which is unsurprising. I always do, after a break up. I saw Terry there, and did a little extra cardio while chatting with him.

I was supposed to go to Happy Hour at Betty's with my co-worker Jen. Actually we were supposed to do that weeks ago, on a Friday, but 1) it was Friday, and 2) it was in Straightsville, so I canceled. Jen seems to me to be a slightly over-dramatic person, so I wasn't pushing to have it again. She canceled at the last minute because.....DRAMA! Work drama, life drama, drama llamas. I was also supposed to meet Doc, the guy who'd messaged me in the early morning the other day, so I still ended up going to Betty's.

The pic he'd sent me was from at least 10 years ago, so I don't feel bad about not recognizing him immediately. He's a strange, but nice guy. We have very very very different speech patterns, and he said I took his breath away when I kissed him. Ok. 2 drinks at happy hour prices was still $10. Good lord. No wonder we're all overachievers - we need the money to afford booze.

I saw Brian, who's been after me for months, outside. He initially said he came from Bombay, but kept pointing in the opposite direction, and even asked how much I'd had to drink when I kept correcting him. Turns out he'd just come from Bamboo Lounge. Yeah, how much have *you* had to drink?

I also saw Kevin, of Clint & Kevin, inside. Briefly chatted with him, but didn't want to overstay my welcome. Brian met back up with me outside, and came back to my place. He went back and forth; he wants to fuck me, but I'm positive, but I've got condoms, but he wants to fuck me bare, but I'm positive, but he wants to fuck me, but I'm undetectable, etc. etc. etc. He finally fucked me, sans condom. He asked me to cum for him a couple times, so I did. Big mistake. I don't think I've ever fallen so far so fast. It was like diving into a freezing cold lake. My pleasant buzz was gone, all the color ran out of the room screaming, and what was this guy doing in my bed?

Brian left, I was supposed to go to 3rd Thursday at Bourbon with SDYP, but really didn't feel like it now. Wasn't really even hungry, either, but I did have a salad. Around 10, Tim posted something to Facebook, asking for help with his boat, then Liked a couple pics and things, but I didn't see him online. Nothing I can do.