Me in a Mini

Things have been a little exciting in barbieville this past week.

After going for two months almost with little or no work I have two new projects this week. One of them is practically done but the other one I can't get myself to do it yet. I'm suffering some major mental block that is stopping me from penning much needed strategy and departmental procedures for where I work. Well work sometimes at least.

I've also become a sudoko addict. I've gotten to the point where I solve a hard sudoko puzzle in ten minutes or so. Not much to brag about really but hey its something to keep my busy.

I've also been car shopping. I know what I want but I don't want to buy it new from the dealership because of the current financial crisis. Banks are really that quick to finance anything anymore. So until I find the perfect car its going to be a while I think.

But last night I did something a little out of character for me.

I put on high heeled brown boots and a denim mini skirt with a dress shirt and went out with my girls.

I never wear mini skirts. I mean like never. For one I didn't think I had the 'thighs' to carry it off but low and behold, the mini did work out very nicely.

I do feel a pang of guilt though. My parents would be very unhappy if they knew.

However, I'm in a place where I need to re-assert my femininity to myself.

Sounds stupid, I know. Relying on wearing a mini skirt to get attention to make myself feel better.

It wasn't that at all. It was me wearing it and knowing that I wore it and that things were still fine afterwards.

I bumped into drummer boy yesterday despite all my attempts to avoid him and I said nothing and just walked on.

My stomach did about a thousand flips and my hands kept shaking for the next half hour.

I kept myself busy with the office party I was organizing for one of the girls that works there who recently got a promotion.

I don't know how I became the girl everyone goes to put together a party but now I am.

Anyways, it was all I could do to not sit down and cry to myself yesterday and the really ironic thing is that the day before I'd told myself; well look here, it didn't turn out to be so hard after all. You're managing quite nicely. Looks like we're over this.

Haha. Wrong.

Oh well.

I just can't get it right. So here we are a year later after I've set out on my search for Mr. Right and I've come up with nothing.

To recap this year:

1. November 2007 to July 2008 - No one unless you count the MD of the superyachts company I was working on a project with who flirted outrageously with me and who I had a girly crush on but nothing ever came of that. Turned out the guy was married. Still he was pretty cute.

2. July 2008 - The American guy who after ten days of wanting to spend every free minute he had with me stopped calling abruptly and I never heard from again. However I see him walking around the facility where I am currently working and the girls have taken to calling him a potato sack and I've joined in due to the massive weight gain he's experiencing.

3. August 2008 until today - Drummer boy which you all know about.

So I give up.

Arab men think I'm opinianated, strong, and intimidating and too much trouble to be a good wifey and the western men think I'm too innocent and a proper woman and not just a shag.

You can't please anyone I swear.

So again, I give up.

I'm 31, I'm reasonably cute, I'm smart but a bit of an airhead. I work few hours and spend my time reading or with friends and family. I love people watching, and I don't take much very seriously. I'm pretty nice but I have been known to loose my temper at times especially where inconsiderate or stupid people are concerned. I love photography but not my own and I enjoy a few creative outlets such as blogging (if you can call it that), my work, singing, and listening to good music of all genres. I'm also very spiritual and believe strongly in god and in mohammad but hold a very healthy respect for all other religions and I enjoy reading and trying to understand the human condition. I have a strong moral compass and most importantly, I am quite happy with entertaining myself if I feel like it and I do feel like it most of the time.

Now why would anyone not want to be with that?

I kid I kid people.

I'm leaving it up to the god and his infinite wisdom and the universe.

All of it.

And yes I will be on vacation for the majority of December starting the 8th.

Going to Germany and then to Nova Scotia hopefully.

Fun times.