To Do

[raybear]

For Thursday, 10/31/02:

- Go to doctor for fullcheck up. Get some unexpected anal action from the doc with a well lubed gloved finger. Have my chest accidentally waxed by the EKG sticky tabs when the nurse pulls them off. Get a hormone shot.

- Have lunch with the tennis player (Darryl). Pay too much money for what tastes like salad-in-a-bag and Campbell's Chunky Select. Enjoy talking about work, Las Vegas, tennis, Lambda, Louisville, Atlanta, and nothing remotely related to my sexuality, identity, or relationship status. Have very few awkward pauses, and a slightly awkward ending, but agree to have lunch again next week. Find out that tennis player is cute and nice and charming, but have no intense connection (which is fine).

- Ask advice of Hot New Attorneys. Find out both agree that they wouldn't feel the need to know of someone's trans status until the action goes below the belt, or alternatively, when the situation could lead to some sort of surprise. Until that point, no necessary compulsion for outing oneself.

- Come out to Hot Gay Attorney as trans. Come out to Hot Straight Attorney as being in an open relationship. Have an interesting discussion with them both about identity, relationships, dating, and my own personal history.

- Eat a chocolate donut from Dinkel's bakery.

- Get another message responding to my personal ad from someone named Tom who likes movies, has over 1500 CD's, and who's chubby. Be excited by the prospect.

- Realize after talking about Melanie with Hot Straight Attorney that yes, I am very much in love with her. Be a moment ruiner for myself by then teasing HSA about having a fetish for conservative men. Remind myself to tease Sparky about this and other possibilities.

- Conspire with Hot Co-Worker (I'm running out of adjectives here) about moving his desk next to mine so we share a cubicle space. Beam at the possibilities of such close proximity.

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So far I'm batting a thousand on my To Do list and everything's completed. It's much easier if you make these lists at the end of the day.

Comments

[the-passives.livejournal.com]

I hate those fucking EKG plastic tabs.

[limenal.livejournal.com]

It seems like since "Hot" is the common denominator among all your co-workers, it could be assumed rather than included in their nicknames. Although, since the hotness is the defining factor for many of them, maybe that wouldn't work. Maybe I should focus on packing rather than providing unsolicited advice on this non-issue.