Absurd, you say!

It occured to me last night at work that the older I get, the more absolutely strange my life gets. Take the following as example. Monday Mr. Friday Night started at the full time. He was here before I was and I usually come strolling in at 7 a.m. Maybe he wanted to make a good first impression or maybe he thought it would be easier for me if he was already here when I walked in (we had talked about my hours the night he stayed over, though I didn't think he'd remember any of the conversation). We didn't actually talk until later in the day when I went to use the copy machine. His desk is right next to it. I said hi and acted all shocked to see him there. We made chit-chat, all the while the both of us turned bright red...sigh. One of the girls in the office knew we had worked together before (at the previous evil full time), but nobody knows about our other work together.

Ahem.

He sits about 20 feet from me. Because I'm so short I can't see him over the cubicle wall when I stand up. One of the hazards of being 4'11". He's so tall he can see me walking around the office, over his wall. I've caught him once or twice. While I'm at the counter or just going about my morning business. Usually we both make eye contact, turn varying shades of red and look away. Guh. Things could be worse though. There are no ill feelings a relationship break up would have brought. Been there done that. Not fun. I must admit it is nice having him in the office. The more he's here, the less awkward I feel.

The other example of the absurdity of my life in it's 29th year? While I was at work I made the realization that yesterday I ran into/spoke to/tried to avoid (depending on which one it was) three of the men I've slept with in the last four months.

This sudden burst of clarity made me realize I need to simmer down a little bit. Cool off on the going out. Start acting my age. Because my age is starting to weigh very heavily on me lately. I always imagined I'd move more gracefully into my 30s. With only 8 more months of my 20s left, I keep thinking about where I am and the huge gaping Grand Canyon of space that is between there and where I want to be.