Young at Heart

Last night I was making goo goo eyes at this cute guy on Bart. I was delighted when he struck up conversation but I was dejected when I learned he's 19 frickin' years old. He said he thought I was about 23. Now I'm confident I look youthful for my age, but by 10 years?! God bless him for the compliment; I'll take it!

Read between the lines

I am officially Wells Fargo's bitch. But it's good. Tons of great perks and I like who I work with; just an adjustment not being a free agent anymore. My boss asked me to write a little blurb about myself that she can use in a 'New Team Member Accouncement' thing.
Reese [who hails from the quintessential white-trash upbringing and a background in video stores and surf shops] fled from Virginia to California in 1998 where she rocked the commercial real estate world [and tolerated the belligerence and chauvinism of the middle-aged white man] as a Revenue Coordinator for Grubb and Ellis until 2002. She then applied her outstanding project management skills to the Interior Designer circuit for two years [catering to the whims of spoiled coke addicts] as an Office Manager/Expeditor. She came to us almost two years ago after spending six months traveling to Hawaii and throughout Europe [blowing a small inheritance while chasing a man around the globe].

Bay to Breakers 2006

I saw the biggest penis of my life. Yeah yeah yeah, it was a warm sunny day, I spent it with good friends, I saw tons of creative costumes yadda yadda yadda. A huge, beautiful penis I said. My memory is a little 'fuzzy' but I'm told I jumped up and down with glee and then bowed at his girlfriend's feet. Come on! It was 8am and I was already drunk on scotch!

Pix here. Unfortunately none of the penis.

My friend and I have a running joke about Pearl Necklaces. I wrote this today. To be sung to the tune of "If you're happy and you know it".

When your neck is feeling flaky scratch it off. When your neck is seeming sticky wipe it off. When your collar's looking oozy and you're feeling like a floozy, when your clavicle is pasty he got off!

Well my relationship with Banana Man may not have progressed but my cubicle decor, aka The Banana Shrine, has taken on a life all its own. It all started with exhibit A. After Banana Man visited our office, I pinned the message that was wrapped around the banana he gave me as a memento of his cuteness. Plus I was the one who requested the cheesy message and it made me laugh. Next up exhibit B. One of my co-workers drew a cute little sketch from a comment her boyfriend made in the car one day; "The banana eater in the RAV4 heads to the West". It was random yet related, and I LOVED it. Exhibit C is the Fruitguys newsletter that came in our fruit basket the day before the big date. Every week the owner spotlights a different fruit and this one was coincidentally all about bananas. D was a standard thank you card given to me with one little embellishment added for my benefit. It looked right at home next to the sketch. I found exhibit E two days after our date, stuck to a dvd that a friend returned. The pink side is supposed to depict me meditating, with a caption that reads, "I heart big bananas"! The blue side is obviously the giant walking fruit exclaiming, "I found the woman of my dreams"! Exhibit F came from a friend, long after all hope of a second date was gone, but was applicable nonetheless. It's an excerpt from a box of hair color instructions stating, "If your highlighted/lightened hair is: Pale Yellow (like the inside of a banana) or Yellow (like the outside of a banana)...I've been coloring my hair for 18 years and I have never seen a manufacturer acknowledging the association between blond hair color and bananas before; it had to be included. And the latest addition, exhibit G, came after a visit to Starbucks with a friend, when I was feeling slightly dejected over being blown off by a man who wears a banana suit, and the new Summer display was all about the new Banana Frappuccino. I grumbled and pointed at the chalkboard indicating my annoyance AND interest in taking a picture of it, when I looked over and saw a pad of 'Take One' flyers that would work just as well.
How long can we keep this going?!

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I sure can pick 'em!

Man oh man, you go out on one date with a guy who wears a banana suit and you get bombarded with a bunch of banana references. "Be careful, he bruises easily". "He's cute, don't let him slip away". "Do you find him appealing"? "This IS San Francisco, it figures you'd find a fruit". I've gotten emails with links to this and this, and my myspace comments seem to have a theme.
The date was great. And if I don't hear from him, at the very least I finally had my first pleasant dating experience in about 10 months!