It’s been a while, and as such, a few of my “then” current points of interest are no longer on my plate as of now. But for the sake of continuity, I will update accordingly:

Pretty Ricky: He kept his word and took me out to dinner in early January. It was decent; we got to converse more candidly than we ever have and eat good food all in one go. But alas, I couldn’t get any. He said he’d been with someone for 6 months and wanted to act right. Cool…no hard feelings. No feelings at all, actually. I’d obviously redeveloped a crush on him, but it was nothing major. We haven’t talked much since then. A lot of crazy shit has been going on at work for which he’s been taking a lot of heat. Then on top of all that, his father died last month. I’ve sent him a couple of texts from time to time for encouragement purposes, but that’s been the extent of my contact with him aside from seeing him in passing at work.

Mr. Smooth: No contact with him in over 5 months now. He crosses my mind on occasion but only as an objective part of my history. He had a party last month and I saw him in some pictures on Facebook and it appears that he’s still dragging that raggedy looking chick around. Ah well – that infatuation has run its course.

Sex: Still Sexless in Seattle. Monday marked a year. Blah. I’m still waiting for someone to stand out from the crowd and no one is. *Yawn* It’s not a totally bad feeling though. A large part of the perseverance has been in proving that I can be disciplined enough to go for so long. Part of it is atonement…vindictiveness. It’s weird.

Anyway…at aforementioned dinner with Pretty Ricky, I learned a couple of interesting facts. The first of which was that Curly would be coming to work out of our building. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, given our history. We don’t work directly together, but I was afraid of awkwardness given our sexual past and the fact that we traditionally haven’t gotten along. But he came and I’ve seen him a few times and we’re cordial and sans issues. He axed me on Facebook, but that’s no biggie. I guess he’s miffed from the last time he hit me up for ass whenever it was and I told him I wasn’t interested in being his bootycall. I must say though, that man certainly does wear a suit well. I love a man in a suit and he fills them out so well with his muscular frame. I’ve been tempted, but I’d definitely never try to hit him up now…too much potential for mess. But a sex-starved girl can and WILL certainly look…

The second tidbit that Pretty Ricky informed me of was of the arrival of someone I thought of as a bitter enemy at the time: Caesar.

I met Caesar a few years ago while I was hanging out and was smitten from the moment I laid eyes on him. We talked for a while in his truck later and eventually made out. We exchanged numbers and left things on a good note, but nothing ever got off the ground. SEVERE personality clash. There were several rounds of us starting off on a good note with mutual expressions of interest, and then suddenly everything spiraling downhill into intense cursing/insult matches within a matter of days. We wouldn’t talk for months and months and then I’d reach out and the vicious cycle would repeat. Before he became my boss in January, I hadn’t talked to him in probably like a year. And as explained, things did NOT end well. So when Pretty Ricky told me he was my new boss, I was on edge. I didn’t know what to expect. Pretty Ricky was aware of our background and asked if we’d get along. I couldn’t be sure…

Well it turns out that Caesar wasn’t harboring any hard feelings. My first day working with him, he acknowledged me cordially and I did the same. He’s gained a few pounds since we first met, but I still find him attractive. He still has a cute face…pretty smile…nice hair. Within his first 2 weeks we were flirting and he’d given me his number and he was definitely interested. Only…he’s my boss. There’s my direct supervisor and then there’s him. And he has complete control over me. So he said from the get-go that he wasn’t going to touch me until one of us happened to get assigned elsewhere. I thought I’d be able to break him eventually but he’s still holding fast to his resolution. And thus…sexual tension galore. He’s very hot and cold – sometimes he’s a dick to me and sometimes he’s nice. Sometimes he answers my texts and sometimes he doesn’t. But one thing that I’ve realized now that I work for him is that he’s a freaking micro-managing, controlling asshole. He is a pure dictator…hence the nickname. So now I see why we didn’t get along so well. I thought it was just me but now I see that he’s just a very dominating, controlling person. But of course I have to be more careful with him now because he’s my boss, so even if hes says or does something that ticks me off, whether professionally or personally, I can’t just start running off at the mouth like before.

That is all for now…

Happy New Year

The carrot cake appears to have been a success. Monday night I got home from work and got down to business. It was between staying up really late or getting up really early, because the cakes would need plenty of time to cool before icing them. I opted to stay up late.

Here goes the recipe, by the way. I followed it to a tee, except I left out the pineapple since Pretty Ricky didn’t want it included. If it were up to me, I would’ve just left out the walnuts since I’m not a fan of nuts, but he wanted those and the cake was for him, so…

I was up until after 2 a.m. baking. The batter before the carrots are added gets extremely thick. Sasha warned me that it would, but I had no idea it’d feel like near-dry cement. I thought I’d fucked something up. But then I just added the carrots, raisins, and walnuts in and voila! I got this:

It was actually really pretty, with the mixture of colors. The recipe called for 55 to 60 minutes of baking, but mine were done after 40. I don’t know if using 9″ pans instead of 8″ pans had anything to do with that. I set them out to cool as I slept. I set my alarm for 5 a.m. to take out the butter and cream cheese. At 9 or so I got back up and got to work on the icing, which took no time. My icing skills aren’t the best, but the finished product looked decent.

The only thing is, I don’t have a cake carrier and I couldn’t find one anywhere. I guess those are hot yuletide items. What I did find was a large aluminum roast pan. So I ended up having to slice the cake up myself and lay the pieces in the pan platter style to transport it.

I tried a piece and it seemed decent, but it was hard for me to savor it with the nuts. I just wanted to make sure it was edible.

Pretty Ricky and I actually pulled into work at the same time. I brought the cake in to him and he tried it and loved it. The only thing is he wanted to lay it out somewhere for everyone to enjoy. Um, no. For one, I didn’t make it for everyone, I made it for you. For two, as it was my first time making it, I was self-conscious about it and wasn’t ready to expose it to the opinions and tastes of the masses. I thought he just didn’t like it and was just trying to get rid of it, but he said he just felt selfish keeping it to himself after several people saw us with it. Oh well. I put it in his car for him.

He did share a piece with the big boss, who said it was good. And after my supervisor heard about it she went scrounging for a piece, and he gave her one. She absolutely raved about it. The sides burned slightly from the butter on the pans and I thought that would take away from the taste, but according to her, that made it even better. She was still talking about it the next day so I guess it had to be good.

I asked Pretty Ricky the next day if he still had it or had given it all away and he said he’d definitely saved it and had a piece with some tea that morning. He said it’s even better refrigerated. He likes his cakes chilled.

So…mission accomplished. On a side note, Tuesday was the day of the funeral for Pretty Ricky’s friend’s daughter and so he had on a suit when he got in to work and looked absolutely yummy. He is just absolutely gorgeous.

I’m off for 5 days next week, so our dinner is supposed to be on one of them. We’ll see. I texted him a Happy New Year at 4 a.m. yesterday. He answered and we sent a few texts back and forth.

As far as the new year goes, I had to work on NYE so I didn’t get to have as much fun as everyone else, but I did see some pretty cool fireworks.

After work I belatedly celebrated at home with a shot of vodka and a mojito wine cooler. I resolved to be better with money, to drink more responsibly (i.e. in moderation), and to stay away from asshole men (and married ones).

Merry Christmas!

Well Pretty Ricky’s story about his friend’s daughter passing is legit. I’ve seen the mass emails regarding the passing and the impending funeral due to the mom being a colleague. I’m not sure if he was referring to the mom when he said it was the daughter of a best friend. Sad.

We talked at work the next day and he apologized again and later on got to telling me what a good heart I have. I try.

Somehow I ended up promising him a homemade carrot cake. A few weeks ago, my friend Sasha told me about a banging carrot cake she made and I immediately thought of Pretty Ricky because he loves the stuff. So at one point when he and I were talking, carrot cake came up and I told him about Sasha’s cake and said I’d try and see about getting her to make one for him. It later occurred to me that I could just go ahead and make it myself. I’m not really into baking and cooking like that, but I’m decent at it when I try; I know how to follow a recipe. Sasha emailed me a link to the recipe as well as some of her personal tips. I needed some clarification about a couple of things but otherwise it’s not a complicated recipe. It’ll be my first homemade cake.

At work the other day, Pretty Ricky used the carrot cake that a coworker had made as an example of what he DIDN’T want. I had a piece and found it to be dry and bland. That was his assessment as well. And there was no icing on it, which didn’t help matters. What’s a carrot cake without the cream cheese icing?

To get a piece of the cake, he led me to the office of the administrative supervisor. The supervisor was at her desk and there was another female sitting in the chair on the other side of it, but she was bent down and I couldn’t see her face. As I was grabbing a piece of the cake, Pretty Ricky started talking to the girl and introducing me. He introduced her as his granddaughter and coaxed her into saying the same, but I had already realized that it was his 13-year-old daughter. She’s so cute, with a head full of long, thick hair. It was neat to meet one of his kids.

It’s clear that I have a soft spot for Pretty Ricky. I still find him extremely attractive, and truth be told, if he wanted to be more than friends again, then I’d be with it. But I’m definitely not going to put myself out there and make any moves. For one, I’m not sure if he sees me in a romantic way anymore. For two, I don’t want us falling out again and not speaking to each other.

He’s so totally captivating though.  After work on Christmas Eve I was there for like an hour and a half shooting the breeze with him and Matt and this other guy and I could barely take my eyes off of him.