Was going to be live but now it's not.
The trip was very interesting. Another guy who was cute but not really my type but who looked good in his jeans and a woman who was in her 50�s. She was a lesbian but wouldn�t really come out to us which I didn�t understand since she was flying with two pretty open gay men. But who knows.
I really was hoping that the other guy was gay, which he was; the thing is that I really wanted to go out last night. I like going out in Midwestern towns because a lot of times it�s the new meet syndrome and I usually do ok in those types of scenarios. It�s not that I�m looking to hook up with someone. I just want to flirt and I can�t do that here because I think it would be rude to flirt in front of JAB. Anyway the three of us went downstairs for drinks and food but at 11:40 the bar closed. I wish I had the guts to say let�s go to this bar. From what I understood it was only about 2-3 miles away. If we were at the old hotel I would have gone out by myself. I�m saying that but who knows if I would have.
I guess the main conclusion is that I�m so bored with this job. Even with a long layover, nothing much happens. I go out maybe two or three times a year with this job so what�s the point. Hotels gross me out now. There always seems to be hair in the shower. I know that maids can�t be perfect but it�s just a strange thing that I have about finding hair in the shower. Then my mind starts wandering because I see how gross people are on the airplane. There�s so many times that I see that people don�t wash their hands. They�ll blow their nose and put Kleenex in the seatback pocket. Hello someone has to pick that up and the cleaners don�t usually wear gloves because they don�t have time to put them on.
I need to really be sending some online resumes for some jobs that I saved earlier in the week but I�m really tired. I just want to go to bed which I will probably do.
I was telling the other male flight attendant how hard it is to make friends. I gave him the impressions that JAB have a lot. We don�t. I wish that I could get past the not having flight attendant friends thing. There�s a part of me that I�m hoping that someday I will be able to leave but when I do we will defiantly have a fewer friends. Atlanta is a hard place to meet people. Especially when you are older and hooked up. Then we have the whole thing with JAB and I being of different races. It doesn�t always matter but we�ve had situations where they�ve met either JAB or me first and then found out that the other partner was of a different race and they�ve been turned off. Then JAB is not a hip 47 year old. I don�t know if one exists but he is really happy talking about the good ole days than what�s going on today and most of the people who I meet are younger than me and then end up being much younger than him.
Life is hard but I�m happy that I have someone to come home to. It�s not perfect but nothing is.
I have a busy week this week. My parent�s lawsuit trial thing is Tuesday. I�m dreading it but I also just want it over. I�m tired of being stressed. That�s why there�s a part of me that just wanted to go out and be a different person and dance and talk to people who didn�t know me. That�s always fun. But I figure that this is telling me that my time with that type of life is over.
I feel like I�m rambling now so it�s probably time for me to go to bed.
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