Hysteria!

I hope everyone had and/or is continuing to have a wonderful holiday season. 

The Hysteria bag from gucci was my fabulous gift from Santa. I have re-coordinated my New Years outfit around it.

Speaking of New Years, I made reservations for dinner at the latest and hippest new bar in Boston. The M bar at the new Mandarin Oriental is super sexy and swarming with sugar daddies. For New Years though, I wanted to share it with RedSox and anyone else who was in town.

I made the reservation and told RedSox. It's a tapas menu with a bottle of champagne included. He loves tapas so I figured he would love this idea. Yesterday he took one look at the menu and said he'd rather go elsewhere since most of the dishes are seafood dishes.

I was pissed, but I wasn't going to give up on the M bar that easily. I made a safety reservation at Ruths' Chris Steakhouse since that's our favorite steak place.  I also called the M bar and asked them if the chef would make alternative dishes for RedSox. I told them he's allergic to seafood.

I hope the chef hooks me up because I really really really want to go there to celebrate the new year... and show of my new bag ;)

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Viva Las Boston

I tried out a sugar daddy site during the month of November. It was an interesting site, to say the least. Most of the men were more interested in a relationship than in being a sugar daddy... which I found odd since Sugar and Daddy were two words in the URL.

I was contacted by several men all over the country and in some different parts of the world. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. Most would email for a while and then fall off the face of the earth... no different from any other form of internet dating. 

Some stuck to pursuing me, heavily. I actually did meet 2 men from the Boston area. Both are very sweet, but I don't think they're better than RedSox in any way. 

However, this past weekend I was supposed to meet one from california. He had suggested flying me to Vegas (deja-vu), and I accepted assuming he would be another douche to fall through the cracks. Then he emailed me with my airline confirmation. 

I told Sister and Teacha and went to the airport on Friday. Low and behold, we had a massive snowstorm that cancelled all flights... a different deja-vu.

All plans were cancelled, and we realized nothing would pan out for months as I finished interviewing and ultimately finished medical school. But Zoros, the young and handsome CFO I was supposed to meet in Vegas, decided I still deserved some pampering.

He sent me a $300 gift card to a local spa to enjoy some pampering on him. I must say if I never meet the guy, I envy the women who get to.

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Eye-Opener

No, I'm not talking about the CAGE questionnaire for alcoholism.

I'm talking about an email I read a few days ago. One that I shouldn't have read because it was an invasion of privacy, but one I'm glad I read because it really had an impact on me.

So I had my first radiology interviews this week. One was in NYC,  and naturally I hit up OleMiss for a place to stay and some old-fashioned southern comfort. wink wink.

He and I were probably on our second bottle of wine when we started talking about our dating situations. He revealed that he was back in touch with his ex... let's call her Exie.

OleMiss met Exie about 2 years ago. (He and I were moving along swimmingly with a casual but fabulous long-distance relationship.) He really liked her and chose to pursue her, breaking my heart...

When that happened, I put my steel armor back on and fell back into some old ways. We always maintained our friendship, but I shoved my feelings deep into my subconscious. When OleMiss and Exie broke up the following year, our "relationship" resumed. But my feelings weren't allowed to come back.

This past Monday, OleMiss told me that Exie was back in his life. She took him to the emergency room last month when he had all of his health issues. She took care of him the whole time. In his state of vulnerability he got to thinking about the future and what matters... so they got back together.

They quickly realized their problems were still around, and neither one of them was working hard enough to compromise on future wishes and plans... so they broke up again. They continue to communicate and I know this because I read an email she sent him.

I'm Sorry!! It opened right up when I clicked on gmail. I saw the words "I'm sorry about last night" and I couldn't stop reading.

Her words had an intense outpouring of love. The emotion was more than I had experienced in written word before. I felt jealous of her ability to love OleMiss, of her emotions. I was actually happy to read his email returning the feelings.

Alas, their issues.... Alas, my issues. But wow... what an eye-opener to... love.

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Quick Relief

 After not being able to shake my anger the following day, I decided the only way to feel better would be to hit my father where it hurts the most... his wallet.

I bought a gorgeous Burberry tote for $500. Instant smile!

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