It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Thank god it's the end of the day Friday.

This week has been a major crush of work, meetings and whatnot. I was behind when the week started and I'm already behind for next week. Plus I have more meetings that will keep me out of the office when I need to actually create and produce copy. It's kind of hard to write when I only have small snippets of time.

I had all sorts of fun things to talk about, too. I haven't made it up to the Arabian show yet, but will go tomorrow. My BFF's filly didn't do as well as she had hoped, so that's a big bummer.

The NBA All-Star game was in town last weekend and a famous (well, to other people who are shocked I had to ask for whom he played) former pro basketball player was wooing and pursuing yours truly. That was pretty damn funny, and a pretty damn fun time.

I'm so not a basketball groupie. He was working hard at being smooth and I wasn't having any of it, which he apparently appreciated.

We met at the Ritz on Saturday where he and a lot of All-Star media were staying and where I had a bridal shower. He was totally checking me out when I pulled up behind his car at the valet stand. In the elevator he asked if the gift I had was for him.

"Why yes, I hope it fits." He laughed ("Probably not"- he's 7 ft tall) and then I hopped out of the elevator. When I left the party, there he was as I was getting out of the elevator into the lobby. We had another quick little exchange as we passed each other and a few moments later, there he was at the valet stand to strike up a conversation.

I will say, after we met and he convinced me to go out with him later, I was astonished at all the people – including hardcore groupies – who threw themselves at him with no hesitation. I wanted to say "Have you no shame??" The audacity of it all was pretty shocking to me. I admit I was getting irritated, but I suppose that comes with the territory when you are with a 7-footer in a suit during a big NBA weekend.  

Long story really short (yeah, I'm skipping a lot of the good parts), he was a nice guy, we had a blast, I didn't cut him much slack and he gave me a bit of a hard time as well. He called on Monday to say he'll call next time he's headed this way. I don't believe him (I don't believe 90% of what guys say when they're being flirty, as a rule) but it was nice to hear.

All right. It's almost 7:00 p.m. on Friday and I'm still at work. I'm going home and I'm cracking open some wine. If the neighbor's grapefruits are still hanging over the sidewalk, I'm having grapefruit and tequila instead (I ran out of vodka during the Super Bowl party).   

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