Some things from the last week:
I love when people go out of their way to be nice to you when they don't necessarily have to do it. My doormen have been awesome these last few weeks. One morning last week I came down and he said "good morning! you're looking beautiful as always. have a great day." The other morning he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me to have a good day. Wow, thanks buddy! That was a great way to start the day. Even if he was lying, it's still nice to hear. The weekend doorman insisted that I needed to get my aggression out via shooting range (going in May) and boxing. He was going to see if we could get some equipment in the gym. I went down the other day to discover some gloves and a padded vest. Awesomeness! Now I only need someone to be my victim.
(p.s. I do realize that it is weird to be so close with my doormen. Those guys know everything though! Gotta keep them as allies)
I saw lots of guys walking around with bouquets of flowers on Sunday evening and Monday afternoon. It’s not near Mother’s day or Valentine’s Day so I’m guessing there was an abundance of mistakes made over the weekend….
Men in their 40’s and 50’s love me. It’s their sons I have trouble with. The older men find my sassiness adorable. Their sons find it intimidating. I can’t fucking win…
Several men over the last week have noticed(and commented on) my habit of raking through/twirling my hair. One thought it was an adorable nervous habit, the other thought it meant he was boring me. Who’s to say who is right.
I love girls who can’t walk in their heels. If you look like you’re in pain or your shoe is going to fall off in the middle of 2nd avenue at some point, don’t wear them!! You don’t look good and guys are not attracted to you hobbling all over the place. I sometimes feel like running up to them and pushing them over just for fun.
And lastly, my life is one big ball of awkwardness. As my secretary says, "I must've been a pedophile in my last life to deserve this shit"...That is all I'm saying...
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