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would that be too thirsty?

I was still sick on Monday, but instead of staying home like a baby, I went to work and complained about how sick I felt all day. I was tired of feeling like shit so I took three Benadryl when I got off and then I passed out until 9:30 AM Tuesday morning. I woke up feeling like a new person so maybe I just needed sleep.

I felt bad about how I’ve been treating Brady lately so I made him pumpkin cupcakes after work on Tuesday. I know that baking treats doesn’t really mean anything, but I’m the least romantic person I know. Kendra says it makes me seem like a lesbian because I hate anything overly romantic or sappy and I definitely hate pet names. I have no idea what that has to do with lesbians though.

The recipe said it would take a little less than an hour, but it took me two tries and close to three hours. I swear, I know how to follow a recipe. I’m just lazy and try to take shortcuts. Brady obviously loved the cupcakes and thinks I’m some sort of baking wizard (lol).

I met up with Preston and Dillon after work on Wednesday and we got salads and martinis. Ever since Mr. Murphy got himself and Preston matching beach cruisers, Preston’s been keeping his distance. Apparently he hasn’t proposed his three way relationship idea to Murph yet so he’s keeping he and Dillion’s relationship on the down low for now.

“So you’re basically cheating on Mr. Murphy?” I asked.

Preston gasped, offended. “Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am?”

How could Mr. Murphy possibly believe that Preston and Dillon are “just friends” which is the story they’ve been telling him? They’re two young, hot gays, like of course they’re hooking up.

I went to Brady’s after that and we watched a baseball game with Chris in the basement. Well they watched while I looked up Halloween costumes. Preston and Dillon are doing coordinating Rocky Horror Picture Show costumes which kind of made me want to do a coordinating costume with Brady. But I can’t think of one that isn’t completely cheesy and makes me like some silly whipped girl who has to do everything with her boyfriend. Like Kendra. I bet they’re going to be Adam and Eve or something.

Thursday was a really dramatic day at work. One of the guys on the ad team got fired/arrested for stealing. A company was auditing our records from the past year and found out that he had been doing cash payouts for advertising materials, software and customer satisfaction. He admitted to taking the money for himself (which added up to be over $2,200). I felt kind of bad because I had absolutely no idea it was going on and I probably should’ve been paying more attention.

Tracey and Diana told him he was fired and let him go, but the police were waiting outside of the office to arrest him. What an idiot. 

After work, I went to Brady’s. We hung out for a bit then I wanted a snack, but when I went to the kitchen there was literally no food in there. Well, nothing I wanted to eat so I demanded we go get groceries.

You really learn a lot about a person while grocery shopping with them. First of all, Brady is a picky eater which is just such a childish trait. He didn’t like anything I picked up, but couldn’t pick out anything for himself either. After thirty minutes, we only had a loaf of Italian bread in the shopping cart so I took control of the situation and just started getting things I wanted. We only spent $100 and I told him I would make dinner when we got back to his place. I didn’t, so we ended up eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and tortilla chips. It was disgusting.

So I probably won’t do anything this weekend except stay home and drink wine since my boyfriend is away. Maybe I can surprise him with something when he gets back?! Or would I look too thirsty if I did that?

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typical thursday night.

No one was available for happy hour on Wednesday so I sat at home texting Brady and drinking wine. I realized that my birthday is in two weeks so everyone needs to be fucking available to party with me.

On Thursday we had a little office party to say goodbye to the summer interns. Diana ordered in cupcakes from Sprinkles and called everyone to the break room. She gave some speech about how helpful they were and blah blah blah and announced that we would be hiring one of them full time when he graduates in December. 

I grabbed a cupcake and went to the privacy of my office to scarf it down. I checked my phone and saw that I had a new text message from BJ. I almost vommed.

The message said, “Hey, it’s my last weekend in Chicago before I go back to Georgia. Do you want to grab a drink or something?”

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this kid. I started drafting a scathing message back, telling him what an immature prick I think he is. But then I thought of Brady. If Brady knew the situation he would tell me to be mature and take the high road. I’m almost twenty five and I’m a director. What would bitching out BJ help? He was leaving anyway. I decided not to respond at all. 

After work, I went to Nordstrom to settle the dress situation and ended up getting a dress, earrings, and two pairs of boots for fall/winter. I texted Brady saying that if he got off at a decent time, did he want to come over? I started watching tv and had almost fallen asleep when he responded, “I can be there in 45 mins.”

I jumped up happily, showered and put on something comfortable. I get way more excited to hang out with Brady than I have with any other guy in a long time. I think it’s because he makes me actually use my brain and doesn’t try to immediately get in my pants (although I kind of wish he would).

Brady and I had wine and talked about our days. He mentioned the charity event on Saturday just briefly which I think is weird because we haven’t talked about it since he asked me. Are we even still going together?

We decided to go out to grab a few drinks at a place not too far from my apartment. Well, a few drinks turned into a few more and some shots. Typical Thursday night. I knew that Brady was getting drunk when he started kissing my neck right in the middle of the bar. It was funny, but it only made me want to screw him that much more. We decided to get out of there and Brady left a really generous $80 tip for the bartender. 

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” I asked on our way to the parking lot.

Brady shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you want to drive?”

I didn’t say anything and he tossed me the keys. He obviously doesn’t know my driving history, but he was way drunker than I was. I found his car in the parking garage and said a silent prayer before pulling off. The last thing I need is to wreck Brady’s beautiful car. He would never want me if I did that and couldn’t afford to buy him a new one.

We made it back to my apartment in one piece and after driving Brady’s Audi I decided that I’m ready for a new car. I will start looking for something modest soon. 

We got inside and ended up making out on my bed in the complete darkness. All of our clothes were still on and I started to think maybe Brady wasn’t going to try anything with me since I had turned him down twice. He moved down to my neck and said, “I want you,” flat out. 

But he made no moves to show it. I was completely open to having sex and let Brady know it. I ran my hands under his shirt and tugged at his belt. There were only so many clues I could give him without physically ripping his clothes off and doing him.

Eventually, we grew tired and fell asleep. We were woken up by Brady’s alarm at some insane hour and it was still dark outside. Surprisingly Brady was able to get out of bed and become alert immediately and get ready to leave.

“I would like you to come over later. You can stay the night and we can run tomorrow morning,” he said, leaning down to me in bed. 

I couldn’t help smiling. I don’t want to run, but it’s cute that Brady is trying to plan things.

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