best laid plans...

i was looking good. i had on black pants, a silver and white top, and a silver half sweater. my legs and *other areas* were shaved. Lotion was applied in the shower (olay in shower lotion is one of the best investments i've ever made), so when i dried off i was baby smooth and glistening. My makeup was artfully applied, my hair was soft, and my standard go-to perfume was dabbed discreetly. i walked around with a mysterious half-smile on because i was the only one who knew that i was wearing a black lace matching set underneath my clothes, and was having fun trying to decide who was going to see it.

Red Head looked like a good option. we all went to the christmas party together in a laughing, talking, drunk herd. i socialized, stole a santa hat, danced to christmas music that should not be danced to, and had an all around good time. i also kept asking people what they wanted for christmas since i was apparently transformed into santa as soon as i put on the hat. i think someone at one point definitely tried to sit on my lap. i lost Red Head somewhere along the way but wasn't too worried. we would meet up later.

i ended up walking my drunk roomate home (yet another story), and stopped by for a quick visit at the local bar i worked at for some after hours booze. after having a couple beers and shooting the shit with my co-workers and boss, and amusing them with my santa hat and general wastedness, i decided to head home. they gave me a bottle of wine to keep me company on my way. i am positive now that i broke every campus law by openly staggering home with a half full bottle of Pinot Grigio, taking swigs like a wino every couple minutes in my santa hat. i was still confident in Red Head.

i ended up home at around 3:15, after receiving two phone calls from Red Head. I changed, freshened up,------------and waited. i looked at the clock every 5 minutes, determined that he should be the one to call.



until i woke up this morning, with my hair still soft, my legs still glimmering and satiny, my black lace set still sexy as hell, room left all to myself by my understanding roomate.....alone.

with missed calls from Red Head and a voicemail.
he had stayed out until four in the morning getting drunk with two of my best guy friends. which is apparently more fun than me and my matching set. he was wondering if i was still up. i am bitter enough to hope he was drunk enough to wait until the wee hours of the morning, anticipating.

so here i sit, still in my black underwear, still alone, sexually frustrated as hell. i hate wasting good underwear.


thank god i still have that wine.