This isn't my week

MONDAY
The normal texts and calls with Mex and Q. Mex and my conversations get more entertaining each one we have. Got a random text from Kong Monday night seeing if I wanted to come over and hang out. Told him I was at my work going away party and not available. I somehow end up getting interviewed outside of a bar and on the local news that night. Note to self, after a shot of whiskey (which I NEVER do cuz it's disgusting) I do not look so glamerous on camera. Good to know.

Get a call from my girl Fair that her divorce is final! This is the best news I've heard in weeks. I literally did a little happy dance in my cubicle. I am so happy for her to be free of that fucking parasite! Despite his attempts to delay the inevitable end, she finally got what she had been fighting for. She decides to throw a party Saturday night to celebrate. I RSVP ASAP and tell her I wouldn't miss this for the world. I've been waiting for this day for four years. Yes, they were only married for 2 1/2 but I've hated him since the day I met him so I am super, duper stoked. Knowing he was a jackass is the one thing that I wish I would've been wrong about because it would've spared her so much pain, suffering, heartache and money. I honestly wish he could've been the man that she and so many others wanted him to be. But, at last, she is rid of that two-timing, lying, manipulative moron. Wanna know how I really feel about him? That's the version I would give my grandma or a man of the cloth, let's just put it that way.

I can't deny that I am terribly upset about tomorrow being my last day of work at this company. I absolutely love my job and haven't been able to say that in the almost four years since I left my dream job and moved to this cold ass state. I'm trying to keep my head up though. Right now I know too many people without any jobs at all and to know I'm lined up to start a new one Wednesday is a blessing. I just wish I didn't have to leave here and it's making my heart heavy.

I send an email to Mr. No Show. I haven't heard from him in like two weeks. I didn't send it so much because I needed his attention or a pick me up or miss him so much I can't see straight. Yes, I miss the flirty banter and hope he is well...and, of course, I want to know if he is thinking about me at all. I just want to know how he is. What he's been up to. I can't help but wonder what's occupying his time in place of me. I keep it very light and friendly. He doesn't respond. Could he suck any worse?

TUESDAY
I get an email from Dr wishing he could've seen me while he was here. I feel bad, and at the same time, I don't. I wasn't in any condition to meet him this weekend. I'm way too stressed right now to try to make a good impression. When he moves here for good we can meet if either of us are still interested. Texts and calls from both Mex and Q. Both of which I desperately needed. Sounds greedy that I need both, doesn't it? Well, Mex cracks me up and Q makes me feel important and needed and special. Their attention compliments each other well. I get a flirt online from Professor Stalker. What the fuck, bobaloo? I have him blocked from contacting me. I go in and block him...again...just for good measure. It kind of feels like overkill. Like building a moat around Fort Knox or something but it has to be done.

Q wants to come see me this weekend. He's begging me to come Friday and not have to wait until Saturday. I have some crap I need to get done Saturday morning and Friday night I was hoping to chill or meet up with Mex. I continue to insist he comes Saturday instead. Of course, if my week doesn't perk up I'm sure I will let him come Friday out of selfishness and greed. As far as Mex and Q go, I think I need to do a little pro and con break down. Please, bare with me here. I will keep it sweet and short.

Mex-Mex and I have great conversation. We haven't touched on any real deep subjects or anything but our talks are funny and full of witty banter. His problem? Right now I deem him completely unreliable. I'm still leery about getting stood up by him last Friday night, family drama or not. That's bullshit and generally unexceptable. My fear is that he seems to be distracted by family often. Now, I'm a huge fan of my own family and find it an important quality in a mate if they are close to their own. BUT...if you really want to meet me as badly as you say, take a stand and make it a priority. My sibs would understand if I couldn't join them every single stupid night cuz I had a date or something. If you don't make me a priority, I will get bored very quickly and scoot along my merry little way.

Q-Q is very sweet and attentive and I can tell he will be super affectionate and in tune with my needs, even via phone and text. I like this quality a lot but I could see some potential clingyness there. I have a weird feeling he wants to get super serious super fast. This is something that scares the holy gageebees out of me. I've been there, done that, and it never ends well. When he wasn't able to come last weekend I went to poker night anyway. He texted me Sunday and asked to make sure I told all the guys there that I was taken. Now, I was related to most of the guys there so it wasn't an issue but, dude, for real? We will see how it goes when we meet and if them chemistry meter is out of this world but for now, he needs to slow his roll. I think he would freak if he knew I was talking to Mex and keeping my options open but he's off his rocker to think that I wouldn't have learned from my past mistakes and invest too much prior to meeting. I don't care how cool you are via text, email or phone. I have to have a face to face to know if you are worth me even considering to clear out all pockets.

The plus for both of them is that they both make references to long term and neither seem to be hunting for fuck buddy status. Of course, I've judged intentions wrong before. You would think I would be a pro by now but, alas, I am not. The point being both of them say things such as "well maybe this summer we can" or "when you meet my family you'll understand" or my friends are going to love you". You know, things you generally wouldn't see to someone you were trying to hit and quit.

I was a mess when I left my last day of work and they were both great and supportive. Q honestly could not have been any more supportive and worried and trying to cheer me up. Mex was hilarious in his approach, although kind of like a good buddy or big brother kind of way. Two points for Q on that one, I guess.