Laundry Room Guy cont.

I'm so terrible about blogging lately. Please forgive me for falling off the blog wagon for so long. Eventually I will get back to it or make time for it again. Working hard and playing hard doesn't leave much time for me to blog.

If you need to know more about the laundry room guy, read the blog right before this one and you will get the full story.

I contemplated for nearly a week before deciding what to do with the note the laundry room guy left me. I liked his look, from the back at least. He's a big guy....bonus because then maybe I can feel a little petite...a rare feeling for me.

I deliberated with several friends over what to do about the note. Should I call or shouldn't I? Having been divorced and in a few failed relationships since the divorce I'm admittedly gun shy when it comes to dating and the possibility of a relationship.
I finally decided that I had nothing to lose and that I would call him.

I took a deep breath and dialed *67 to block my number; along with his phone number. I've had a stalker before and I don't want one again so I take precautions to prevent that from happening.

Thankfully his voice mail came on because his phone message sounded just as garbled as when he was talking to me in the laundry room. At that point I decided that my hearing is just fine and that he talks like he has a mouth full of garbage all the time.

I don't mean to sound judgemental but I really need someone who is intellectually stimulating and he didn't sound like the intellectually stimulating type. I decided not to leave a message and to keep the note on my desk to remind me during the dry spell that I'm still attractive to at least some people.

My whole school of thought on this is that if it's meant to be, we will run in to each other again. If it's not meant to be then we won't. I'm putting it all in the hands of the powers that be to decide my fate.

Until then, I'm still status quo at between relationships.