However, all good things come to an end. I took an extra day off after coming back from Maui because there was an actual war going on in my uterus, so I ended up going in on Thursday.
I almost don't even want to count it because it didn't feel like work. I went in after attending a nursing seminar with nurse managers from various hospitals around the area, and I was in such a good mood after that that I felt like I was beaming. Even more exciting was that I knew that one person was coming in to see me and I couldn't wait to tackle him. This is the same person I kept in contact with during my trip, my Mr. Tie Tuesday, the guy who I'm pretty sure is a long lost something of mine because well.. we get each other. People with the same humor get each other. Anyways, he got there before I did, and I was so excited that I ran out half dressed in my sweater, stripper bottoms and flats, and almost actually tackled him.
I get too excited to see him. It's like being really hungry and then seeing the food being delivered to your table, if that weird analogy makes sense at all.
Maybe I just need to eat breakfast...
Anyway, the night was a blast. I felt great to have my first night back with Mr. Tie Tuesday because I know I will just hang out with him until he decides to call it a night, and I genuinely have fun. It was a perfect welcome back to work.
Friday night, I was still on the same high. I wasn't in the mindset of thinking about working all day.. I just kind of let it go. The bitchiness, the anger and the frustration just seemed to escape me during the day because I forgot what the night could bring me and I felt so carefree. That is a hard feeling for me to have. I went a little late after dinner in downtown, so I was surprised at how easy it all seemed. I don't know if it was my carefree attitude that guys were picking up on, or that glass of Pinot Noir was kicking in, but I was just a little ball of fucking happy-go-lucky sunshine.
At one point during the night, this older gentleman grabbed my hand, asked me to sit with his friend, and plopped me in the lap of a man I very much recognized! I only remembered his middle name was Michael (even that is a stretch for me because I never remember names), but I instantly hugged him because I remembered I liked him. Sometimes I might not know their name, or how much they spent, but I remember that it wasnt a fight & they are actually fun company, so I go with my gut instinct. He didn't remember me at first, but once we were dancing he said, "Sasha! How could I ever have forgotten you!", and didn't have me dance with anyone else the entire night.
If I may just say this without sounding ungrateful, once again, but as much as I love having guys that are nice company, respectful & spend money, this guy is a tough one. Not because of him, but because.. well....
He looks like my father.
This is something I didn't expect when I started dancing. I never thought that one day, 5 1/2 years later, I might dance with a man that so much resembles my dad. It is this one thing that almost makes me wish he was some asshole guy I could write off but NO. He's the opposite and so I have to grin and bear it. And of course, it isn't just one thing, it's EVERYTHING. His age, his light brown hair, his facial expressions.. jeez. Though I haven't met one person who exactly has my father's tough, Brooklyn, smart-ass attitude, this guy came pretty close. I actually closed my eyes during our dances. I FELT SO CREEPED OUT.
I wonder if other dancers have ever experienced this...
Thank goodness this guy paid me good or else I don't think I could've let it continue. It's almost shameful.
Last night was just a pleasant surprise that (almost) made me forget about how I danced with the lookalike of my dad. My Mr. Tie Tuesday came in unexpected and I couldn't be happier. The time seems to slip by so fast that it doesn't even seem fair. It's always nice to have good company around, and he is definitely that.
I wish the happiness high could have stuck throughout the rest of the weekend, but alas, I am here on a Sunday night, TIRED AS FUCK (thank you redbull/vodka from last night), in this dead club, watching the few guys in here dance & sing to every song like it's a fucking kareoke bar (like, what is that?!).
I guess I better get to it & scrape whatever money I can tonight.
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