Today was good. I went into work. Things seemed back to normal. It felt good. I wasn’t having to try so hard to, I don’t know, restrain myself. This evening though is harder. Me and Lexi are here, I wouldn’t mind someone to just to talk to. But I’m not sure if I trust either of us still. So here I am. Talking to myself again. Today at lunch the guys were all talking about some girl at work who apparently struts by all their desks when she goes by and today her thong was showing. After we got back to our desks, another guy at work A says you should have Mr. Work, let’s call him G from now on, show you that girl. Let me know if we’re crazy. I said, yeah, I want to see her and see my competition. He said, no competition, your gorgeous. And then he said he liked coming to lunch (he moved groups and we arrange to have him meet us to go when I go to the office) OK, how sweet was that?? I am such a sucker for compliments. Of course, that’s what got me in all the trouble I was in to begin with. But really, no men have ever come straight out and told me I’m even pretty. Except G, and Scott of course. And to hear I’m gorgeous…well, it just makes my day.