At 1005, Philip and I concluded our brief meeting about Ty. This time I was focused but stumbled at bit with my words.
I described the scripted scenario of wheeling into work and telling Ty: About the movie next month, I pass. But can we get along as co-workers?
Then I told Philip about how Ty asked me if I was single or married when I wheeled in the first day of my temp job from hell!
I told Philip that I didn’t want to be a target, of which he raised his right hand and expressed the same thing.
I said Ty wasn’t my type and I don’t know him and that we could have had a cup of coffee where there were lots of people instead of being alone with him in a darkened theatre.
He said to keep our arms folded and lay down the ground rules and be clear what you want. He does that while bar hopping.
I expressed my concern that I didn’t want any distraction or disruption in our department via the work’s Instant Messenger.
He mentioned how much easier it was when men courted the women. I told him that I missed those days.
I mentioned how the feminine Nazi ruined the chance for love, making babies, etc.
He said he’s very much in love with his and cut it short of saying getting married. Bahaha!
Then I called Mom and reported the whole thing to her. That’s why she can’t die yet until I find my own flame.
She has confidence that I’ll find someone now that I have a clarity. I’m yet chuckling inside because infinity is such a long time.
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